<strong>Moussad ~ waiting for the dance teacher</strong><br/><br/>Throckbottle bobbed his head nervously and tried to remain very quiet. His ever sense was focused behind him at the threat that was approaching. The foreigner in front of him was worrisome enough for Humphrey to do or say most anything to calm the man down then explain things clearly later.<br/><br/>Moussad's response to Madison's shouting was swift and awful. His hand went to her back and he pushed her back down. Her forehead touching the floor. Her ass in the air. The classic position of submission.<br/><br/>"Stay put!" He growled, "I talk at this man now!"<br/><br/>Throckbottle jerked as the door he leaned against got hammered but held.  His eyes widened and he eyed the paper bag like it was his salvation.<br/><br/>"HEY!! Stick in ass man!! YOU give lesson this one. Yes?" Moussad called out.