“You want anything to drink?” Tom inquired. “I'm buying.”“I'll have a beer. Whatever's good” Marcus nodded.“No thanks. I'm not really a ...rinker” Zack replied.“Zack, social interaction goes best with a little lubrication” Tom shot back. “Even if you don't like the taste, it wouldn't hurt you to have a drink. If you want to get a little something-something tonight, that is!”“I'll pass” Zack insisted.Tom sighed. “Alright, suit yourself. Be right back.”Tom walked to the bar as Zack and Marcus. I lifted the belt and gave it a little flick into the air, just to geta feel for it. He looked at me and said, ‘Do it. Don’t stop until I say.’ I stood behind her and touched her bare skin with my hand. She sucked in her breath and I ran my hand down to touch her pussy. It was a little damp and I ran my finger up and down her slit before plunging it into her snatch. She groaned and whimpered as I fingered her. Paul started stroking his dick. I pulled my finger out and looked at it, all wet and. James, be gone before I vent my spleen on you as well. Put her bloody clothes down, you bonehead, and go.”James put the dress and slip on the bed, turned on his heels and was gone, albeit a couple of hundred pounds richer and a smile wider than the Grand Canyon. I wonder where the maid is, he thought.“Now. What to do. My brother would be distraught at your naughtiness. Why on earth are you in my room in your underwear? And why are you flashing one of your tits? This is your one and only chance. I turned back to her and took her in my arms. She cuddled in. She smelt of cheap perfume and whisky."This isn't right." I said, quietly. "You can't make yourself feel better by just getting some guy who you've only known for a few days, to screw you. You're a gorgeous woman, Lucy. Any man would be pleased... no proud to... But not tonight."She put her hands around my head and pulled us together, kissing me urgently. "Please, Dave. Just take me here on the sofa and make me forget. Please, Dave.".