“Would you like a drink? You look like you could do with one. Come into my office.”Mr Harris led me to his office while his wife got us some cold ...rinks. Just like the time before, he did not offer me a seat and I remained standing. When Mrs Harris came back in she commented as she handed me my drink.“I think I’ll remain standing, thanks. I may need to make a run for it.”I tried to lighten what seemed like an oppressive atmosphere, knowing that I was the one creating it. It did not help that. "Beautiful. Now, stand up and let me look at you," mom ordered."What time is it?" I asked anxiously, reaching for my glasses and putting them on."Relax, you have plenty of time." Mom could be so steadying! "Turn around, slowly."I did, still barefoot. Well, totally bare, actually, watching myself in the mirror. I looked so exposed! There was nothing between me and the world, and that was how I'd be at the dance!My innards gave a funny little squinching sort of thing. It felt just a little bit. I think we need to try something daring. It just might surprise them enough to work.”“I’m game for anything at this point. I’ll be a beat up piece of meat at this rate.”“That move we came up with in our training. We did it for fun but it might work. You okay with it?”“Yeah.”We moved apart and got them between us. We attacked with slashes and blows and backed off, again and again. When I thought we had them where it would work I called the signal and we went in the same way but this time Alex. He stood up, unzipped and dropped his pants and boxers to his knees. Leaning in between her legs, he rubbed his erection up and down her wet slit. Every time he touched her clit with the hard tip of his cock, she mumbled again, “fuck, yeah…fuck, yeah…”Charlie was about ready to stick his cock inside her or bust when she pushed him back into the chair. “Sit down; I want to fuck it myself,” she said.As he sat there, she got off the table, she turned around, standing and spreading her legs wide..