A combination of sweat and her jizz caused her body to have a slight shine to it. With an almost casual air of a cook tasting her sauce, she ran a fin...er along the slopes of her breasts, gathering a few drops of her juice before sucking it off her finger.“Mmm, I’ve never squirted like that before.”“So, do you always squirt?” I asked in reply.It was all surreal. We were both naked and covered in my sister’s copious juices talking about her sexual “habits”. My cock was still hard and desperate. She looked me in the eyes and invited me to come to her house that night at exactly midnight. I was shocked and incredibly excited.That night, I made some excuse to my Mom about staying at a buddies and walked the seven blocks to her apartment at Midnight. Her husband would leave for work at 11:30. I remember staring up the stairs to her apartment, shaking like a leaf and wondering if he had really left. I got up the courage to climb those stairs and knocked on her door. I heard her say, "come. Just for kicks I tried running it one more time only to get the same, utterly useless, error message. Well, it was worth a shot.Opening a new test buffer I slowly started copying segments of code and running each individually. It was tedious work at best but I was able to quickly check about 90% of the code for the errors. It was that last 10% that was going to be annoying since individually each part seemed to work as expected, but collectively it broke. Glancing at the clock I realized that. Her humiliation wasn’t over yet as he began teasing her nipples, making them protrude as they hardened to his touch.Gemma was feeling light headed as the intensity increased. She bit on her lower lip, not wanting Mike to know how it was actually pleasuring her. She felt all vanity go away as she began to feel exited, especially in front of her audience, knowing all of her femininity was revealed.Another woman in a long ballgown entered the stage wheeling a wooden bench that she placed behind.