“I was going to explain it last time, but we over fucked if you remember and had to rush to get to work.” There was a little giggle in her voice a...s she said ‘over fucked’. That cute, sexy giggle that so often had me dive between her legs to lick and suck.“Would time have changed your answer, whatever the answer is?” asked Annie and her hand got to work on me again. And on Archie who was responding much better.“I would have had an answer…”Another look, not a glance, at her breasts and I was. Today I sat down with local dance instructor Yasmin Shadid, who wanted to share details of her encounters with the mysterious Ms. Royal:”“So, Ms. Shadid-”“Yasmin, please.”“Yasmin. How do you know Cynthia Royal?”“Last fall she was a student in one of my dance classes.”“And what class was that?”“Um, Erotic Belly Dancing.”“This woman, a woman who you believe is Majestic Woman, was taking a class called ‘Erotic Belly Dancing’.”“Um, that’s, that’s right, Stephanie.”“And how exactly did you come to. How ticklish are you wench?" I asked her, leaning over to get the honey dust and feather from the shelf beneath the table.Lisa threw her head from side to side."Ahhhhhhh, my sweet. I will find much pleasure in watching you squirm helplessly as my feather teases every inch of your smooth thighs and pussy."Lisa threw her head from side to side again.Dipping the feather into the honey dust, I threw my head back and gave an evil laugh toward the video camera. Lisa squealed behind her gag and. Now it was time to wash. My father washed my hair, my arms, my back and everything else that needed washing except for my cock. That came last.As most children do who bath with their parents, they would also wash parts of there parents in return, usually their backs. Dad soaped up his hands and massaged the soap into my little cock. It used to get hard from the rubbing but I was too young to understand what a boner was. I just never paid any attention to it although it did feel nice.This time.