..then ASKED me to feel her tits. It was more than enough to get me to act. She lifted her arms up and I wrapped my hands around her and over her ches... and had my turn. At some point she did get her bra back on, and she and her husband left the room, so it seemed like most of the fun was over. The other girl was still topless telling a story, but (to be honest) I didn’t find her that attractive so I went to get another drink. As I was going by the bathroom I noticed she was in there adjusting. That finger swirled itself inside, then crooked up to pet her G-spot. She didn't scream, but it was damn close. It took all of her concentration to keep from thrusting her hips, but she had said she wouldn't move. Her thigh muscles locked tight and she felt her body quiver. A second finger followed the first and he hit the spot two times. Then he stopped, putting slight pressure on the bundle nerves inside and blowing on her clit again. Jesus, his breath was hot. She whimpered and he shushed. “Is there anything else you want me for, Sir.” I said not losing eye contact and smirking a bit with the corner of my mouth.He tilted his head to the side and gazed at me for a few seconds. “Venessa, are you dating anyone?” He asked with a furrowed brow.“No Sir.” I said trying to sound pouty.“Why is that?” He asked.“Well I have had two relationships since I got this job, sir.” I said.“And what happened with those relationships Venessa?” He asked as he tilted his head the other way.“Well do you. Dannie is slobbering drunk, which never takes much. The other 12 or so people in my living room are drunk as well. I lucked out this year and got a single with a huge living room, full kitchen, wall-to-wall windows, full views of the Brooklyn Bridge, and the ideal place to throw a party. The price of admission is always vodka/rum/beer or weed to share. But we are never very good hosts. As it invariably happens, by eleven Thomas, Dannie and I have left the others and settled into the kitchen..