If you ARE Chanel, we've been chatting online for a while. If you're not, then you still smell amazing.That's the worst chat-up line I've heard in a v...ry, very long time, she said. But go back to the bar, get a bottle of Pol Roger and come back here, and maybe you can redeem yourself. And I'll tell you how to speak to a real lady, like me.Champagne bought, I went over and sat opposite her, admiring her beautiful eyes and wondering if I could hope to sit next to her, and slide my hand up her. An orgy clearly was more fun to take part in than to watch. Pretty soon we had the formula figured out: kiss, fondle, toy, stroke, put in, stroke a lot more, come, kiss, stroke, withdraw. Repeat frequently.Some people left the room. We could hear a shower, and they'd come back clearly drying off. Then they'd get involved again. Others did the "sloppy seconds" routine where a woman would just take another. Her thighs and his cock would get coated with come, and it would pour out of her.The one. "Here is your change," The cleaner said as Chris took the money and leftthe store."Thanks," I got some shopping to do." Chris said in a higher pitch voiceas he left the store and noticed a sale on skirts and dresses in theboutique next door. "The boss did say buy something nice on the companypay roll. A girl has to look her best at work."Chris soon stood before a mirror in a blue business suit with a pleadedskirt and matching pumps. He told the sales girl to give the suit andtie he had on to. There's a pattern to his movements. This time however, his pattern had changed. Instead of stroking my back in the usual manner, his fingers drifted to my sides. He traced down the curve of my waist and over my hips, before tickling back up, gently his fingers skimmed across the side of my breasts. This caused a soft giggle to escape my lips. “That’s funny; I thought I asked for a back tickle.” “Why do you want me to stop?” He questioned. “No.” My body responded to his touch, swaying softly, as.