I looked and, sure enough, a guy that looked like a young Tom Selleck, mustache and all, just a little shorter maybe. He was talking to a couple of ot...her people."Well shit, he does look like your guy. Have you talked to him?" No. NO. ARE YOU CRAZY?" she was whispering pretty loud. My estimate of how much she'd had to drink went up."Well, why not? Go ahead say 'hi.' I mean, what the hell, he probably won't fuck you on the dance floor."She looked at me kinda funny and then over at the guy. "Well. We could just shoot you all, but, like I said, we don't want. That doesn't mean we won't, just that it's an option that we are reluctant to consider. As soon as we release you, though, you are gonna run to the cops and say that you saw us." What if I promise you I won't?" I may believe you, Mikey, old friend, but some of us here don't. So that brings us to an enforcer, an insuarance. Plain old blackmail, if you want to be crude, but it's just to make sure you keep your word. How does that. It was no ordinary dance; for soon Kyllina began to move in erotic and probably forbidden ways. Her hands moved over her breasts and thighs, one moment concealing, the next revealing. Lowering herself down to the ground, she continued to move upon her knees and sway in a dancing rhythm, revealing sensual views of her round ass one moment and glistening pussy the next.Mecawyn could resist her exhibition no longer. Moving towards her, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, cupping her. Of course, I wanted him badly, but I didn’t want to give myself away. Then, giving a little smirk and an eyeroll, I sat down in front of him, straddling the bench. There we sat before one another, him in all his nude splendor, our knees almost touching.He smiled at me and said “I mean, I REALLY want to look at you.” I understood immediately what he meant, and decided I’d indulge him - I was being such a cock-tease, I had to give him something. “Okay” I shrugged, pulled my sports bra slowly.