Don't you dare let that butt plug fall out." Tess felt like a dog fetching its master a stick. As she crawled out of the room Jason watched her ass in...tently. He loved seeing the black butt plug as it moved about from her slow crawl to the kitchen. When she finally reached the kitchen, Jason told her that she was to walk slowly back into the living room with his beer. He love to see a beautiful woman try to walk as normal as possible with a butt plug shoved up her ass. She handed him the beer. ’I started by telling her a few key differences about the Tango, “There is NO rise and fall, you don’t slide from step to step — you pick up and place your feet and the walking steps are very staccato, very separated, and disconnected looking.”We covered the Basic Walks and the Progressive Side Step and then did them in combination. Not having any good Tango music in the house, I had downloaded a few to my iPod, turned the volume up and put it in my pocket after starting the Johnny Ray version. It seemed as natural as saying my own name: Ann Maloney, stick your cock up my cunt. Strangely there was no difference to me now. I felt liberated, able to use profanity with ease and without guilt. I would have to be careful in front of others of course. It wouldn't do to say to the vicar "God, that guy looks like he's got a big cock, I wouldn't mind having that up my slit" No, I'd have to keep my new found vocabulary for when I felt it appropriate.Thinking of Carol, I began to wonder about. Everyone else in the room dissolved into oblivion. I had drunk too much, the music was loud, and the flickering lights… it all played a part in my mind. But none of it really mattered either. The only thing that mattered was him.He was Adonis reborn. He was tall, dark, and young. He was young enough to be my own k**. And he had singled me out and pulled me up on stage with him from all of the screaming women. Like I said, it was unreal. His suit had fit him perfectly, and his shirt was.