Una vez llegue al botellón no hizo falta poner musica en mi coche ya había demasiada, me serví una copa y me puse a bailar cerca de mi coche, conto...rneando mi cuerpo, levantando mi pelo, meneando mis caderas.No tardaron en aproximarse un pequeño grupo de chicos, que animados se acercaban a bailar conmigo y atreviéndose a algo mas, les debe sobarme y les mostraba parte de mis muslos mientras seguía contoneándose, cuando intentaban comerme los morros les daba largas, ya sabéis que no ve gustan los. At around nine pm. Laura and Philip stood at the door and surveyed the large, low-ceilinged room with its obligatory haze of cigar and cigarette smoke. They saw clusters of white-clothed tables surrounding the small central dance floor. Down the room, the eye was drawn to the small stage with a runway where scantily-clad dancers , who got even more scantily clad after midnight, danced and sang routines clearly derived from MGM musicals. At one corner of the room, a small triangular dais housed. This way I’ve been forced to stay engaged. My apologies to all of you who wrote, (some angrily, some pleadingly), wanting to know when the story would be finished. It’s way, way too late, but real life intervened, (earning a living, fending off nymphomaniacs, stuff like that), and then I was busy with ‘Roomers’, and the selfish anti-hero of that short series, Doug, refused to let me go till I’d finished his confessions. Better not to offend someone with his unpredictable talent. Please. ) She lay spread eagled on Beth’s bed, with her hands tied to the posts at the head of the bed. She waited for Gwen to continue, and was surprised to feel Gwen get off the bed. What was Gwen up to tonight? She started when she felt someone get on the bed. She knew immediately it wasn’t Gwen. The presence was much larger and heavier. A strong, masculine hand stroked up her leg, and across her stomach.“Gwen!” she cried, trying to remove the mask. “Shhhhh, it’s okay, it’s just Dan. He’s.