She looked, in a word, slutty. Jana's jaw dropped. This was not in character for Vicky at all."Hey Jana, can I borrow those white sandals of yours?" s...e asked casually. "I don't have any that are slutty enough that match." Why do you want to look slutty?" Jana asked,making an effort not to get angry at the insult to her high-heeled sandals. "I don't want to," she said emotionless. "I just have to dress as slutty as I can. So can I borrow them? My only high heels are black and brown. I may have. I asked her to describe him and when she did, I looked around the room and spotted him sitting alone at a table near the bar.The guy appeared to be in his 40's and had an athletic body. He had salt and pepper hair, and was neatly dressed in a suit. His tie was loosened and the top button of his shirt was undone. He was texting someone and seemed oblivious to what was going on around him. That is until Jayne came back into the room and quite a few of the guys watched her as she walked by,. "I'm cold," she said."Maybe you should get a jacket or go inside," he said. His voice was monotone. It didn't carry any anger, but the usual animation and tone wasn't there either."Travis, let's go to bed, Honey," she said."I'm not tired," he said."I'm not either," she said smiling at him and grabbing his hand."I'll be there in a little while," he said.Betty was confused and concerned. Her sex life with Travis wasn't as hot as she wanted it to be. But until this moment, he'd never turned her. She was giggling, then turned round and started sexily taking off her blouse. A guy (her boyfriend?), already half undressed, came into sight and starting kissing her as she took off her bra. He bent down and started kissing her pert breasts. Carrie-Anne lay down on her bed and hitched up her skirt and the guy pulled down her panties before going down on her. I'd stopped worked and could feel myself become aroused by this. After a while she got up and started giving the guy a blow job. My.