"I think you eitherbelong to me," she shrugged, "or some guy named Bubba in San Quentin." Walter'sjaw dropped and simply hung loosely. "You wouldn't?!..." "No?" Gabriellaqueried. "Well, I guess it's Bubba then. Pity. We could have had somefun too. But I'm sure Bubba and his friends will appreciate your decision." Thegirl started to walk toward the door. Mr.Humphrey looked at his work and considered all he had to lose. And he consideredBubba too. "Wait," he said with a sigh of resignation.. Expanding our horizons, so to speak. One of the things we did together as a couple was to take ballroom dance lessons.Prior to this time, my idea of dance was something you did at weddings after a few drinks. I am admittedly not much of a dancer. I have to say I admire those dancers you see on TV. I often envied their grace and athleticism. I sometimes imagined myself at some event, tossing my date in the air in the middle of the dance floor while everyone present looked on in wonder.. Her pussy had this strange sucking feeling to it. I told her I was ready to cum if she wanted me to. She started to rock harder and I reached down and rubbed her clit. We both orgasmed pretty much at the same time. She slumped on my chest and told me that she was ready to sign the papers and get to fuck me without the hoods. Karen brought over the papers and the woman signed. The doors opened and several other woman came into the room. It was declared that I was now a member of the club and. Breathlessly I press ‘play’, desperate to hear what the girls said about me when I’d gone. The recording’s not very good, though it’s an automatic mic, but in the bag behind the chair a few feet from them it’s muffled at best. (Years later with computer technology I’m able to clean it up and enhance it and now enjoy lovely wanks hearing Miss Donna’s voice). Back then I pick up the conversation – the receptionist: “Did you see how he wet himself? Blimey!”Miss Donna: “yeah, he was just looking,.