Time has come! Whatever Master had in mind it was about to happen and despite the butterflies, she could feel her juices flowing even more freely. "Sc...hiavo, There is a couple of guys at the bar behind you that I believe would be very happy to get some tonight. Why don't you go and offer them you mouth and pussy. You know your butt is only for my own pleasure!"When Master pointed out the two young men, really boys, sitting over at the bar and told me to invite them to enjoy me my stomach. Raising his hands to and cupping themthem, he felt a momentary disconnect. He'd touched plenty of breasts inhis time and had felt his own pecs but, the feeling of touching breaststhat were on his own chest was a very odd feeling.It startled him so much that he pulled his hands away and reached up tofeel his face instead. As his hands touched his cheeks, he felt suddenlyvery stupid. He had no idea what feeling his face would accomplish, apartfrom noticing the absolute smoothness of his cheeks.. "That's not true. I wanted to dance with you," she answered, trying to act slighted, but her grin gave her away."Nah, that doesn't count... you're a good friend. You almost have to dance with me," I said.As we had danced our bodies had slowly filled the original gap we had left between us, and as we swayed to the music our thighs would occasionally touch. I was aware of the swell of her breasts under her white cotton blouse, and tried not to stare."Keith. Look at me," Angie chided, and I. "What do I say to the cops?" I stuck my thumb over my shoulder."Shit!" Wendy exclaimed, "Stay in the car ... I'll handle it."I listened through the window."What do you know ... Miss Valmaat ... in Mrs. Valmaat's WRC Citroen ... and David Valmaat driving. This must be my lucky day." You know we never exceeded 54 miles per hour." Wendy explained. You can check the black box." Yes, yes, yes... 54 miles an hour ... you also never went under 50. In fact, if we do check the box ... you have set a.