Most of them with their eyes only, but one guy touched my ass, another put his hand straight into my trousers to touch my dick, and two guys - a coupl... - invited me to leave the party straight away to go back to their place for a session. I declined, because I didn't think it was fair on my friend, whose birthday it was. But there was one other guy called Andy, the most attractive one, with whom I really wanted to chat, but despite all the attention I had already received, I just couldn't pluck. I had to think this through very carefully. Somehow, I felt like Eisenhower planning the invasion of Normandy and in my mind this mission was no less important. After weighing my options carefully, I decided on the old 'help me I'm a dumb guy' routine.I moseyed up to the treadmill next to hers like John Wayne entering a saloon. She really didn't seem to notice. She just continued her jog apparently too absorbed in her music to notice me. I pondered the forbidding looking machine before me like. He caught sight ofLila holding the control egg in one hand unobtrusively, tapping a fingeron its gleaming surface next to the golden "silence" button. As she sawArmand's gaze fall on the egg she moved her finger to rest suggestivelyon the red button. He winced reflexively."Yes we know, you're really Amanda," Lila laughed. "Remember I gave youthat name earlier this evening?" She frowned theatrically as Armand-in-Lila sat frozen, his eyes fixed on the control egg and the red button.If she pushed. Our kiss seemed to go on forever but now that my breasts were exposed he pulled back and looked down at me. I was afraid that my small breasts would disappoint him but he stared at me for a few seconds and then he whispered, "Jesus Amanda! They are beautiful!"I don't know if I was more excited because he loved my breasts or because he had addressed me by my given name for the first time. No, that's silly. I loved it that he liked my breasts! I felt his eyes on me and I saw the lust in his eyes.