I am in awe of dancers. One thing that truly melts me is to have a dancer brush my face with an article of clothing she has removed. The feel of it, the aroma of perfume, the scent of feminine musk, is overpowering. Yet dancers hardly ever do this. I wonder why not. You're holding the item; you are in control; I can't steal your property and anyway respect and admire you far too much to do that. All I can say is any woman who glides her thong across my face during a dance will open a pipeline from my wallet to her garter.


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