And I reminded myself aloud to him that I had just met him – yesterday. At my sister’s party. Yes, of course. And he asked me to dance. ‘Sure,�...� I replied, and allowed him to lead me out to the nearly-empty dance floor. He began to lead me, arms outstretched, with one on my shoulder, never taking his eyes from mine. That struck me from the start – the way he looked deeply and intensely at everyone, always making eye contact. I seldom made eye contact with people, for I often wanted to hide from. Your hand covers my mouth as you pull out one of the headphones. “It’s time to inspire my writer,” you whisper in my ear as you turn my head toward you. You remove your hand, grab a handful of my hair and pull my head back as you crush your lips to mine. I moan into your mouth. You hold me still as you snake your other hand down the front to my shirt and to the band of my pants. I try to wiggle my hand out from in between us but you are too close. Your fingertips slowly travel under my. She likes this!Angling her body down so that her head is lower than his, her arse up in the air, the negligee slipping up her back - and then tipping her head up again, chin out, so that he can lick down at her – letting him take control – a few extra tongue strokes deep into her mouth ... Which she hold open as she tries to suppress gags, coughs and laughter – all the time trying to keep a straight face ... She REALLY likes this!He steps away, wagging his tail stub and heads around behind her. "Would one of you gentlemen please lend me your shirt?" she asked in a hushed whisper. She appeared unharmed except for large bruises beginning to discolor both sides of her face. Her eyes filled with unshed tears; one barely began to run down her cheek. She was pale and shivering, but was otherwise composed and in control of herself.Steve jerked his shirt off and handed it to her, watching her face. None of them could think of anything to say. Mike was the first to come to his senses; then.