We would be serving drinks on silver trays,and snacks as well. Before we move amongst them,we are informed that the guests will be allowed to touch an... fondle us in any way shape or form.So that is what we would do,walk about with champagne glasses on trays smilling while the guests chatted to each other,background music playing softly. As we walked around we would be touched by wandering hands,by both men and women,our naked bodies exposed and used by the wealthy clientele.Then an anouncement. Here was a woman well on her way to ecstasy."That reminds me of the first time I tried oral sex," Terri said absently. "For the life of me, I couldn't figure out why guys wanted to put their mouth down there. One of the other girls urged me to try it. Ten seconds after he started I had my answer." It didn't take me that long," I said.Her mother clutched the guy's head, pressing him against her. Her head tilted back slightly and her mouth opened. I heard movement beside me. Terri had her tongue. I found myself increasingly looking forward to speaking to him each day, he wasn't like a lot of the other guys on the site, he didn't tell me I was gorgeous or sexy (in fact when I showed him one picture of me at a party he likened me to SuBo!), he didn't ask me to send him dirty pics and didn't send me any of him either. On the odd occasion I sent him a (hopefully) erotic picture, hoping for a reaction, it was either not mentioned or he made some unflattering comment that often had me. She took another Uber back to the hotel. On the way there, she thought about her relationship with Mac. She had expected to enjoy being bedmates; she was even confident that she would relish this trip's business duties. What she hadn’t figured on was falling in love with Mac.Was it actually love? She had thought she’d been in love with Armel all those years ago. But as time went on, she was sure it had been infatuation and enjoying the attention. Could that be all this was? Did it just feel so.