John was nomore."Oh, my goodness, child, your hands! What are you doing with yourhands!?" John's first dance lesson was going well, but the forty-isht...eacher whose name was Chloe, kept harping on how John used his hands."A dancer's hands must be strong when needed, or elegant, orflirtatious, but you, child, my goodness, your hands are just balls ofstress! You look like a boy, about to get into a fight. Please, relaxthose fingers and concentrate on making them elegant extensions ofyour long,. I'm not saying what it may be, but it's scary."I made a casual remark with true sincerity. "Frank, if I could, I would begin arming the populace and teach them how to defend themselves. With the crazy enemies we have out there, and the attitude of tearing the military apart, we'd better have one hell of a militia." I know, Chuck, I know. I'm ready to find a place where I can just hide." If you need me, Frank, call me, if you need Jan, she's yours, call her. She only got tough because of what. She was afraid she wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week. Only two slaps and her buttocks were burning. The hand rubbed her buttocks, caressing the flesh almost lovingly that he had just heated up with the harsh spanking. He rubbed his fingers along her crack, pushing her panties down into it until her panties molded the twin peaks of firm ass flesh and the gentle divide between them. He began to spank her, the power never letting up as he spanked each cheek, the time between them getting. We lit the heater and sat on the couch and talked for hours. when i realized what time it was i suggested we go to bed since we had a long day of work tommorrow. thats when i remembered there was only one heater and it was way to cold in the living room for her to sleep. i noticed her going to the closet to get a couple extra blankets and i told her to take my bed i would sleep on the floor. as we headed for the bedroom she told me i didnt have to sleep on the floor that she had been hoping.