" Please, we insist." A tone of hurt in his voice."Please bring seven vodkas."Handing over the money as he was joined at the bar by his friends. Marie... not being one for a drink, also prided herself on not being ignorant; taking seven shot glasses from the shelf, she filled them with vodka before turning from the sailors and placing the bottle back on the shelf.As she stepped back, one of the men held a glass towards her; she instinctively took it from him out of politeness."We apologize and. When he went back to the storeroom and turned out the main lights, instead of grabbing his bag and jacket, he fished out the book and sat in the ancient desk chair. With trembling hands he opened the book to what he’d been reading and this time forced himself to read the story from the beginning, slowly, letting the sexual tension build. When the narrator, from her seat on the teacher’s couch, watched the teacher giving the student a massage, Jonathan pressed the heel of his hand against his. Peter felt a hand on the inside of his leg trying to move him a little to his left. He moved and felt a hand grab hold of his penis, now hard and hanging down. The hand stroked him a few times and then it left his penis and moved to his asshole; he felt a finger go inside and then another. His mind was going crazy, doing flip flops with the two different things going on.The black man that Peter was sucking began fucking motions and Peter adjusted himself to move his head to pull back and thrust. Her arms stretched downwards as he eased the robe past her arms, springing back to their normal Barbie doll bend as it passed her fingers. Her camisole was held on by little knotted spaghetti straps which he untied with a quick pull. The camisole slid off her breasts like a waterfall, stroking its way past her hips and on to the floor. It felt wonderful against her skin, Wendy thought. Andrew stared longingly at her ample bust, finally leaning forward and sucking on a firm nipple. He stayed.