Donald sipped his vodka ‘whatever’ and settled into his couch seat as the lights dimmed. His scantily clad waitress slipped onto the cushion next ...o him. Each guest had selected their exclusive cocktail waitress from a receiving line upon entering the theater. Her name tag said ‘Dorothy’. She would attend to his needs throughout the show. A buxom high-coiffed knockout blonde strode to center stage. Her glittery strapless dress was floor length but slit to the waist. Her hosed and heeled legs. The shape of those breasts couldn’t be forgotten by a mild feeling of shame.From the corner of his eye, Lee saw Marcia stand up. She was about 5ft6 and a slim build. She walked from behind her desk and down the corridor away from him. Her buttoned shirt was tucked into a black pencil skirt, which clung tightly to the wide curve of her hips and her big round ass. It stopped about an inch above her knee. As she walked, her incredible ass wiggled hypnotically from side to side and her black heels. I did not know how long I could lay still in silence as with each shock my clit became more and more sensitive and my juices were starting to run.Slowly the sheet was pulled back the cooler air aiding my already erect nipples to stand to their full erectness. Only then was it I realized it was a man. His head slowly lowered to my nipples and he started to suck them. Softly at first then slightly harder till he was causing me pain and yet so much pleasure.Don’t get me wrong I am a softy and. This time when we came up for air he lifted my shirt over my head exposing my tiny tits to his gaze just like last night and like last night I was naked to the waist. Even though I had done this before I felt a little nervous and fought the urge to cover my breasts again. Not to be outdone I stripped his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor to join mine. His hands were now all over my chest tweaking my nipples and squeezing my budding breasts. Somehow I didnt feel as shy as last.