I hoped to play my cards right and be offered the job. I knew I had some say in who was in there and that I could be persuasive if needed. A few day... later the email and written invitations were sent. They read, "Come to my house for a private evening for women to enjoy chocolates, wine and the latest fashions of sexy lingerie and adult toys. A strict dress code of skirts or dresses will be enforced; panties are optional. No men are allowed, you may bring a guest and special entertainment. I rustled up the flattened pubic bush and played there for awhile and explored the tender inner thighs near her magic junction. She then got up one elbow and looked into my eyes tracing her left index finger around my face and chest and asked, “Please do me a favor?” I thought, here it goes this is too good to be true, something is about to go bad. Tentatively I asked, “What do you need?” She replied, “I know it seems a little soon, but could you please, please…use your tongue on my fun. Sergey - broad-burning brunette working in the company for real estate. Business was good as ever and he decided to take a week vacation. Angela tied his five-year acquaintance grew into a network of conversations and occasional sex.They agreed to spend the evening with friends in the country of Sergei, who was about thirty kilometers from the city on the shore of a beautiful lake.-Hi Sergei.-Hey angel, - Sergey kissed Angela in bright, sparkling in the sun lips.Well go? Where is your flight? -. I noticed thru dinner there were a noticeable amount of people that were getting pretty intoxicated. I hadn’t seen Leslie again, as she must have been sitting in a different part of the restaurant. After dinner we all did a Yankee swap, and finished up dessert. Some of the drunken people were pretty far gone and were leaving before things got too ugly. Before long things were winding down and I knew I’d better get back to my place before people started showing up.The party at my house started.