The dancing got sexier as the night went on. My group of followers had grown to about nine. They were taking turns dancing with me. I was rubbing my t...ts and arse up against them. Sometimes I was even wrapping my leg around theirs and rubbing my cunt against them. The guys got plenty of feels in as well. Most of them had a good feel of my arse as we danced. A couple of them managed to have a good feel of my breasts. Including the guy who unclasped my bra while we were dancing. I just laughed. I. My parents raised me with the arts and I am on the donor list for the ballet and the symphony. Even bastards can have good taste. On any given night while my partners are discovering elegantly prepared plates at the starred restaurant of the moment after work, I am chowing down on fried slop while some young pianist tries to convince me that his jazz riffs are toe tapping unforgettable. I don’t seem to fit into either the legal world or the arts world entirely and my life inside and outside of. It left a red mark, even though my panties were covering my cheeks, it still stung. Say you want Daddys dick. James said, pretty much out of no where, but in a firm, Not taking no for an answer type tone. I-I want Daddys dick&hellip, I said, a bit nervously, not use to saying this type of shit in person. James sent another hard slap to my ass, making me jump a little, but a moan came out. And something else came out. I want your dick, Daddy! I want your monster cock to fuck me in my cunt! I. I was beginning to wonder how it would feel to suck a cock or be fucked in the ass." Why are you so afraid my love? I love doing those things." I am not sure, probably because of the shit we males put out as adolescents... I guess we are perpetual adolescents in some ways." Just because Paul sucked your cock doesn't make you gay darling. Or Paul either... I think of Paul as a healthy bi- sexual male animal and I love to fuck him. I also love eating pussy... am I a lesbian... not by a long shot.