”John dug out a bar of soap and a small bag of shampoo, and gave her the basic instructions for their use. He then placed them in her hands, saying,...“My name is John, if you are seeking me out, milady.”She stared at him using this high form of address, and gave him a thin smile as she accepted the gifts. She turned without a word, and left.John told the men, “I notice you wear nothing on your feet for protection. This is what we wear.” He pushed his feet forward and displayed his moccasins;. ‘Come on, let’s go enjoy the rest of the party.’ By the time they came out, Mark and his fiancée had left, which came as a relief. Julia headed straight for the bar and poured herself a stiff drink, then sat down to think about her situation. The more she thought, the more she wanted another drink. The rest of the evening was hazy at best. Only small snatches of conversation stuck out in her mind. ‘Julia! I’m making my signature cocktail, come have one,’ she remembered the senior staff writer. I wanted her to taste my juices. Now and then she dribbled it back out and I would just scoop it up again into her mouth until she had swallowed all of it.Satisfied for the time being I wondered what to do next. We still had about half hour as long as Mrs. Singh didn't come back early. I looked at her chocolatey body and felt like eating her up. Also she now had that glassy look in her eyes. She was mine now and would do anything I wanted."Get on the bed, Ruby," I ordered. She sat on the edge. I just didn’t care, all I wanted was an orgasm, all I wanted was release. I lay back as his fingers moved in and out, his thumb grazing over my clit, it was wonderful, so erotic. I just didn’t care about anything anymore as I reached over and took the man’s cock in my hand and began jacking him back and forth. I closed my eyes, then felt hands on my breasts followed by lips, each nipple being sucked. It had to be Alan and the man, both. Well, I was too happy even to look. Then, the fingers.