I danced with him to a song by Dawn Penn.His body and mine moved together in a perfect rhythm...He moved with such ease and sensuality."What is your n...me?" he asked.I could barely hear his voice..."I think you asked me what my name is? The music is so noisy. I'm Helene" I said loudly.He grabbed my hand and quickly led me outside to the patio with its black iron tables, and cool wind breezes. We sat there beneath the tall street lamps ... it was so quiet...I could get a better view of his face. I'm not going to play your game. Besides, they were as nothing compared to the 'ginger minger' or 'ginge minge' name-calling of my teenage years, and I'm definitely not going to relive that incident on the playing field in the fifth year when I was held down and stripped naked so the entire class could confirm that I had matching collar and cuffs, or as Philip Wetherby put it "her fucking twat is uglier than her fucking face". Anyway, I am a happily, reasonably contented, sexually frustrated. The leaves were off the trees, so stills were easy to spot from the air. And the weather was cold, making it uncomfortable to work in the open. Also the supply of corn had pretty much been exhausted, There were people who operated sill year round, but I didn't know any, and I was ready for a break by the end of November anyway. I had been mixing and selling shine for since July and I knew that I had been damn lucky.The buyers told me how much they hated to see me shutdown, when I saw them that. My body hurts from the rough sex we just had. And you said since you've been such a good slave ill let you point out girls you want to bring home with us but I get the final say. I start point out girls and you liked the third one so you said go make friends with her. So I left your side and went over to the girl and started dancing with her. And once she got comfortable I started grabbing her ass and tits and brought her closer to me. Then I start fingering her on the dance floor while I start.