We were interrupted by a knock on the door of our booth. I was surprised when Greg began to open the door and I pulled my mouth from my new stranger's...cock."Greg! What are you doing? We're naked in here!" Kristi, in care you haven't noticed, we've had sex with a couple of people already, and we've been watched by acouple of more. I'm not sure I see a problem in letting someone in here." Before I could respond, Greg popped the lock.The door opened and the light from the hallway flooded in. A. " Okay, come on down darling, we have to talk."Wow, she isn't wasting any time, Mark thought. He sighed (quietly), saved his game, and he trudged down to the living room to face whatever obviously unavoidable unpleasantness was in store for him.His mother was slipping off her shoes, the unflattering but comfortable kind worn by women who spent their working days on their feet. His mother Helen was a pretty woman in her thirties."Hi darling. Couch, please." Mark slumped down on the side near the. I was getting moist and my clit was screaming out to be rubbed. I really didn't care who did it, as long as someone did. My boss seemed to sense my body and stuck his hand between my legs, feeling the small amount of cum that had started to drip out of me. He pulled me over to him, and lifted up my short skirt, then pushed his hand down my pants, his fingers were so welcome by this point, and I didn't give a fuck that the other people were watching. One of the other guys walked over and placed. It was only me in it, but she owned it. She owned me. She had made her position clear, as she strolled around in grace and thigh high stockings. Heels and lace underwear set. My eyes followed her. She had given me an option: not touch her, or be tied up. I chose the latter, knowing from experience that I would not be able to trust myself if I was free to move. She walked back over to me, swaying her hips with every step, the rope in her hands. She held an overwhelming confidence and sultry.