She was the most beautiful model of the evening. She twirled slowly down the runway.Announcer: Let’s hear it for our Dancing Girl!Audience: For som... time now members of the audience had been disrobing and touching themselves. Long cocks and wet pussies were being stroked and fingered. The models were working their magic on the viewers. Several of the men had already climaxed and their cream quivered on the floor. Speaking of magic…Announcer: let’s welcome Sandy!Sandy had a tall black. Emily gave Hazel a wink, causing her to blush. Samantha noticed Emily winking at Hazel, and her interest sparked. She continued to watch Emily and Hazel as they got changed, admiring their bodies. Samantha’s eyes then widened as she saw the wet patch on Emily’s underwear as she put her socks on. She then checked Hazel’s crotch, which bore a slight sheen from wetness, and she reeled, imagining the two girls going at it. Luckily for Samantha, her school trousers were already on, as she. ” * The hypnotic drone of the engines prevented Amy from sleeping. Even in the luxurious first class of the Boeing 767, the dull rumble was enough to keep her awake. All of the ambient lighting had been dimmed to allow the passengers to sleep, so Amy flicked on the overhead reading light and reached into her bag for her book. The flight had been delayed an hour due to bad weather, and that had given her some time to peruse the shops at the JFK departures lounge. She’d picked up a travel guide. “Just… pick a card?” she asked, not quite understanding. “Yes,” he urged her, “Find it.” She ran her finger across the fan, back and forth, occasionally checking his eyes. They looked so certain that she felt like he could see right through her. The way his gaze seemed to pierce right through her made her chest feel heavy with anticipation. “Here,” she said without really knowing why, “This one.” Tristan flipped it over with the delicate flick of a finger and revealed the card she had.