“You would be invited to a party at the pleasure penthouse, one that would last 24 hours and have multiple people engaging in various sexual activit...es. You would be paid $1000 for every orgasm you have during this 24 hour period, either at your own hand or others. Our mutual friend XXXXXXX can vouch for the authenticity of who I am and this event. The event is taking place in San Francisco in a week's time. Are you interested?”My pussy came to life as I read the message. It sounded like a. Both were drinking some kind of red wine."Chris, this is my boyfriend Jim and his friend Rick," Terry said as she first introduced a really clean cut guy, just a few inches taller than me. His friend Rick was definitely ripped by the size of his chest. Both appeared to be in really good shape.Jim poured Terry a glass of wine and gave me a beer from the fridge. We exchanged pleasantries before Terry took me by the hand and led me into the den. I was a little taken back by her boldness in front. But then who did these days? All the expenditure on her education had been wasted and the government's employment initiatives were fizzling out as the funds to provide something that approximated to worthwhile work was diverted to other more pressing concerns. And nowadays these were to prop up the mostly foreign-owned banks, cut corporation taxes yet further in the forlorn hope that this policy might yet stimulate a recovery, and bolster up the fractious and discontented armed forces.However,. But not tonight. I wanted to feel feminine. Delicate. I just hoped he wouldn’t freak at the moment of truth…Dinner was wonderful. He had style, charm and the restaurant was a cozy little place down by the water with a half-dozen tables outside overlooking the bay. The stars were out by the millions. A girl could get used to this kind of treatment!I was feeling the wonderful effects of a few glasses of wine and I could feel my desire for him through the throbbing of both my parts. The lease on.