But nobody else sees it.Drinks, chatting, socialising. Everyone else in the room is oblivious. But I know. I’m wet. I’m waiting. I can hardly wait...My husband. His friend. Both wanting me, and me wanting them. The night gets late and people start to leave. Finally, we are alone. I’m told I haven't been a good hostess. I’m grabbed by my hair, and my mouth is pushed onto our final guest’s hard cock. My hands are held behind my back.I suck, I lick, my mouth is watering…He’s moaning and pushing his. ”What was I going to do? I knew he lived in the neighborhood. I knew what he drove. I knew where he picked me up and what he really did for a living. Why didn’t I know his daughter went to school with mine? What would I have done about it if I knew?I decided to ignore it, but, of course, those plans never go the way you expect them to. It seems that everyone was conspiring to get us in a space I didn’t want to be in. I finally found myself juggling three plates of food for Lily, Emily, and me. Most of this took place quite near where I was hidden so I had quite a good view of the goings on. Sometimes the guy wore a durex and other times nothing but when he did wear one I was always amazed how much spunk was in the end of it. I never, I don't think, ever saw any of the men having oral sex, although I might just not have been there at the right time. Some of the men were 'regulars' and we saw the same ones quite often. I remember one particular man, quite tall but skinny too, who liked. She is a nice girl. She's cute, fun, and seems to be pretty bright too. So she came to you. The one thing I do know is that most parents, and probably hers as well, would never understand this, and would probably want to string me up from a tree."Kristin's aunt, who herself did not appear to be much over thirty years old if that, did not respond right away. Kristin just sat there silently, waiting for some one to say something."Well, that was quite a speech. I'm surprised, but then again, I'm.