Had she started her normal vigorous dance, Steven might have succeeded in remaining aloof as he thought about his doom. But the measured interruptions...of silence drew his eyes to her. He looked at her feet and noted the delicate scratches they made in the dust as she beat their cadence. Her hips, swaying softly, moved barely more than the breeze that began to arise.His eyes trailed upward around the curve of her breasts and along the sinuous bare arms to the fingertips that clinked together. In that he was probably wrong for she settled immediately on to the settee, put her feet up and let her skirt slide halfway up her thighs. Harry sat on the floor and began to stroke her calves. That was as good as it got. Mandy shed her dress without fuss but her underwear was a let-down. Instead of the black knickers and suspender belt of Harry’s overheated imagination, she was wearing matching tan briefs and bra. Neat and not lacking in provocation, but a disappointment to Harry. The. “You like w... watching Ted fucking my, Oh fuck yes!” she said then gathered her breath,” Fucking your wife’s hot w... wet cunt?” she continued. I had never once heard her use that word before now.“Mmm, Hmmm. I love it.” “Are you playing with y… yourself Brent? Do you w… want me to let you out of your cage?”“Yes, I do. Let me out of this cage Amy!”“Oh fuck, Fuck, FUCK!” she spoke, “Ted's cock feels so good in… inside me…. inside my hot wet fucking cunt!”The room was flooded with sexual. I felt her hands on my shoulders, warm and smooth on my skin. She spread the oil around evenly on my back, running her hands up and down my torso. It felt so relaxing. I started to close my eyes when I saw Mommy walk out of the ‘River Room’ with a tall black man behind her. He was naked, his lengthy cock swinging between his thighs. Mommy waved to me as they walked towards the banquette. They picked a spot closest to me and I watched as Mommy draped her body over an ottoman, facing me. Andre.