I put on a casual dress since it was a summer evening and wore my hair down. When we made it to the restaurant, Kent was already waiting for us and s...ood us to receive us. My lord he was about 6’5 and although older than us by about 10 years but had a very nice built. He complimented me on my looks and was super polite, pulled the chair for me and I sat between him and hubby. Kent was super confident and just fun to be with. He didn’t hesitate to put his hand on my thighs and caress them. Looking back at it in retrospect, I can see that the ballerina costume was perfect for her ripe young body and the Tutu would enhance her posterior perfection with tempting exposure of the most dangerous kind. The crowd at the party was about fifty percent Puerto Rican and fifty percent Irish but that was just by sheer coincidence and not intended to be so equal. I saw a couple of other safe pirate costumes worn by like-minded young lads just like me. There were no other ballerinas and I think. It was so close... "You could," Markswallowed and looked up with hope, "leave the key here and I'll tellhim where you put it?"Miles laughed. "Yeah, right. This wouldn't be the key to your belt bychance would it? Hmm?" He crossed the room and stood in front of Mark,gazing down at him. Mark was five feet seven inches tall, and his heelsadded four inches to his height, but even so that still left Miles witha five inch height advantage. The difference in height had always beena source of discomfort. She didn’t consider herself special, only lucky to be in the right place at the right time, in the right circumstances. Though theses circumstances didn’t seem very lucky. It seemed as if hours had gone by, but it was hard to tell in the luke warm darkness of this underground prison. She only knew that the stone against her body was cold and her nipples had been hard since she regained consciousness. They ached to be caressed perhaps licked even. Morrigan had tried to remain as still as.