He groped a little more until I had to see to someone at the desk but; I made sure to touch his hand and put a little pressure on it before walking aw...y. The touch, the squeeze of my backside, the little grope; now I was beginning to tremble in anticipation.I had a few things to handle (business -not sex related) but also had some pre-sex maintenance to take care of. He got a shower, changed and relaxed with a beer in the reception area. As some of the guests left to find dinner; I suggested. I had her sit with her back to the gate, near the back of the store right near all of the handbags & hosiery. While I was in the back room, I heard her tell several people that the store was already closed. Which was nice of her, most people just ignore them during sessions like this. I came back out with 6 pair, laid out the boxes in front of her, opened each, giving one at a time to her to look over while I told her about them. Took a seat on the floor when a security guard came to the gate. Maybe Jennifer and her guests heard it as well. Maybe we really did have a dungeon ghost in the place. It would make the place a hell of a lot more interesting.I had been warned not to be late, so I was about ten minutes early. The residents of the building, who were going to play, were already assembled. Leon and dancer, Vlad and Anya, all stood at the bar waiting. I joined them in time to greet Sylvia, as she walked in before I even got the coke into the cooler."You must have pulled in right. His fingers jumped like he had touched a hot stove, but not away from me, into me. Jon’s words caught in his throat and he tried to continue his conversation. ‘Yes, the sax was something.’ Bob was saying. I leaned on Jon’s shoulder and grinned at Bob. ‘Tell me Bob.’ I said. ‘Did you think he had depth to his performance?’ I asked as I pushed Jon’s finger deeper into my aching pussy. ‘Oh yes, his style was deep and rich. It almost made tears come to my eyes.’ Bob said with conviction. I could.