”“You should see the look on your face.” Suzy pointed at him and put her other hand to her mouth. “You look like little slack-jaw herself.”�...�I’d like to see that.”“I can tell.”“Is that jealousy?”“Hm, maybe I should take that shower for you–or I’ll lose my chance.”“I’m looking forward to it.”“We’ll see. I’d like to see that again myself–Lucinda pissing into a bottle. If I could finagle something like that, it would be worth spending some time with her.”Scotty did not return home until five. He. You looked up at him and offered a little smile, no teeth least he get too presumptuous. It was at that moment, that concerted effort to keep him at arms length, you first picture it. You, naked, wide open, on the table top, blanketed in the sinew body of this handsome waiter. No light fantasy -- him, his thick cock plunging into you, your cries echoing through the crowded restaurant, everybody noticing you, everyone looking at you cumming hard beneath the ministry of his prowess.You knew that. He did make you promise not to get too wild, but never specifically said no alcohol. Your friends are also resourceful so you dare say between you and them, there will be plenty to drink which should help the party atmosphere.You also ended up promising a favour to your twin brother for his silence, and absence from the party. While he was fine for keeping quiet for free, when he found out that also meant not being around the house, with your most likely very drunk friends, then he required. I spent weeks on the design." Marion, you posted it." Me?" That's what the technical guys say. The logs say you put it up at eleven last night. Have you got an alibi?" Eleven last night?" My memory was hazy, and my hangover hurt enough to stop me trying to remember."Where were you?" He taunted me."Phil, give me a moment. I can't remember..." A bed... ?" Oh shit. It's coming back. Your wife..." ... came home early. You were sneaking out the back way at eleven. I hope you didn't drive home." I.