I begged my mom to ask her, and after days of nagging her, she finally relented. Success, I got it to go down! Her legs were shaking, her body bucking, and the screams were loud and intense. The music was blaring, the beat was throbbing, and that wasn’t the only thing that began to throb. She set up a time for JoAnn to come to the house, and teach me to dance. I wasn’t sure why. I felt some movement in my pants. Then she said, “OK, let’s get dressed and finish the hustle. We got dressed, and my lessons blurred into one, for the rest of the afternoon, but it all seemed to fit together. JoAnn said, “I couldn’t have had a better student. She had me stand up, and taught me proper dance posture. That’s it Freddy, take control, always dance like your fucking and fuck like your dancing, and you will never, ever get a complaint.
