We chatted about mundane things as Charles left arm was around me, my head on his shoulder as he was massaging my left breast. I was not wearing a bra. I had a sleeveless, red silk tank top that had a V to my cleavage. At times, my nipples would press nicely against the fabric, sending the message of no bra. Charles hand made a move to go inside the V to feel flesh.

"Let's go dance, please."

Charles pressed a button, the light came back up, and the curtain opened. I was shocked to see over half of the booths were enclosed in curtains. Charles grinned at my expression....