“Sheila is quite the hostess,” Jayesh would affirm. “That’s why I keep her around.” The men she flirted with at those parties were reduced t... jelly and fucked their wives those nights with a rare gusto. With the most sensuous guile imaginable, Sheila worked the room and the men in it, keeping drinks filled, conversation flowing, and eyes chasing her from their secret-most corners. By the time she finished with each smitten partygoer, even suspicious wives felt complimented that beautiful. "But we need to understand that she has a bit more refinement than most of us. You know, I went to private school, too, probably one just as exclusive as St. Xavier."Adam hugged Rebecca a little tighter to him, mostly to limit her swing radius if she thought he was serious with his next statement."And I don't put up with any shit from you either," he said with a smile.Rebecca playfully nipped at his ear and giggled."Mister, you'd eat a mile of my shit just to see where it came from," she said. She was oblivious to it anyway, her mind blank with the need to wipe herself. Something within her commanded her to clean, to move, and keep moving. ‘Is everything alright, miss?’ Heather was outside the changing room door, and her voice snapped Janine out of her trance. ‘Um yeah,’ Janine stammered. ‘I need a moment more.’ ‘Would you like to show me how it works with the skirt?’ came the cheerful question. Janine looked at the crumbling piece of tissue in her hand and noticed that her crotch. It took a few minutes but the blood finally started to flow. It wasn’t as hard as I was hoping for, but I figured this was my only chance. The boy was so far gone but was just aware enough that he knew what I was doing and smiled in approval. I scooted up placing my thighs on his hips, I lined up the best I could and sat down just enough. I tried riding him the best I could but soon the blood in his member just dissipated and I realized I was sitting on the lap of a half-naked man in the middle.