It was the guy who I had stared at back in the bar. “Maybe he followed us!” she giggled before pulling me into another dance. Suddenly I felt some hands on my hips, and I turned to see him gazing down at me. He cocked his head in question, and I nodded. Permission for him to dance with me. His hands grazed my bare skin as he Foot swayed me from side to side, never once breaking our gaze. His black hair fell in his face, and he looked like he had been dancing as long as we had. After a few dances, he pulled twinks me out of the crowd towards the bar. My head was spinning and I held onto his hand mainly for stability. I couldn’t risk falling down the steps towards were the drinks were served. He let me go just before we hit the crowd waiting to order drinks and disappeared within the crowd for a few moments before returning with two WKD’s. I huffed a laugh. He smiled briefly before tugging me into the smoking garden. We found a small empty table and sat opposite each other. “Finally. Ive been wanting to talk to you all night.” He said, his voice deep, rusty, sexy, “seeing you at the bar and then following you here, watching you dance in the feet asian line and snap back at that prick wh-“ I cut him of with a cough, “You followed us?” I might have been drunk, but I still realized that it was super creepy. “No, I followed you.” My eye brows rose in surprise and slight confusion, “You’ve been watching me all night?” He nodded, “From the moment you entered the bar, until I finally came up and danced with you.” I took a second to think of my response, “That’s pretty creepy.” I instantly mentally kicked myself. Really? I have a chance to go home with this dude and im getting all weird? “Ive seen you every time you’ve been to the bar. You go there on the last Friday of every month, usually with the girls who I assume you work with.” He said in a matter of fact tone. I stood up and laughed nervously. “This is waaaay to much and you are seriously creepy. You need to stop following me and get a life.” He tried to stop me, but I left my drink with him and hurriedly made my way back to the dance floor and found Sarah and Kathy dancing without the other girls. “They left about 10 minutes ago,” Kathy mouthed at me, and I nodded in understanding. “Who was he?” Sarah shouted in my ear, body still swaying with the rhythm. I shrugged and pulled her into dance with me. About an hour later we had ended up dancing in one of the cages above the dance floor. No one else had dared enter the cage with us three moving so much. We hadn’t had another drink for a while, but my head was still fuzzy. The lights and music and bodies all merged into one, and my heart beat stayed in time with the beat of the songs. I was dancing with Kathy when fetish someone again grabbed my hips, and I knew who it was before I even turned around. I went back to the station and drove my car to the “Potato Bros.” house. I went to see Kendra and what she was wearing. They had so poisoned me against my sexuality when I was young that I almost repressed myself. My trial hadn't ended; it had only just begun. “What are these for?” One of the twins asked holding up one of the little black plastic tubes. When we fetish were finished eating, I watched him put some ice in a large plastic cup and fill it half way with Vodka. She guided me towards her hungry hole asian as I leaned over her. A smile came, with a quick flash of teeth, but she shut it down and glanced Foot around again. He knows that this is not something I enjoy. “It worked.” She twinks raised feet her eyebrows and sipped her wine some more. I got up and we hugged before I went into the bathroom to wash up. There were not going to be any hard dicks till this evening. "Everything's okay. He could sometimes feel her wetness and heat through clothing. She was so eager for it. Without even realizing it, Hermione gyrates on the fingers inside her as she moans her required thanks, “Thank you, Professor, for letting me cum.” Juliana asked puzzled. Just… Mistress kissed me is all.”