On the isle at each performance was a distinguished seventy-ish man accompanied by a twenty-ish beautiful blond woman who sat next to me. This time, ...s she sat down, she whispered to me, "I know what you do," and after a very long pause said, "it makes me wet!" When the lights went down I unbuttoned my wife's skirt and found her slit in the open crotch of her panties. It was getting moist as I ran my finger up and down and her pussy lips opened to the very little pressure of my finger. As I. They are not nearly as erotic as one might think. “Without the underwear,” added Veronica. That got my attention. And Josh’s. We asked Veronica questions, but she wasn’t saying anything more. Neither were Barb and Sonja. An underwear party without the underwear? I was willing to give it a try. Just then Paul walked up to the group. The rest of us had gotten home and changed after work, but he had to stay late. Something about a client and an interface. Not really my area. I’d seen Paul in a. "As I lowered my head the masculine whiff of his crotch totally engrossed me. Holding his dick like a cone, my tongue now replaced my index finger in the folds of his rumpled foreskin. The well-fermented pissy taste was as delectable as I had hoped for. Kent then simply let me have my way and allowed my tongue to savour his pungent hood to my heart’s content. For the following twenty minutes, I sucked him off as Kent affectionately toyed with my head."Do you want me to cum in your mouth?" Kent. I shook my head. "Good. I figured you weren't stupid. Besides, I pay my employees well. Including sales bonuses, but subtracting for all the clothes and other support, you should be making about fifteen dollars an hour after taxes." She pushed a contract toward me.It said exactly what she foretold. I was to become a coed for the rest of the year. And at her Boutique, a human mannequin. I would be the laughing stock of the school. My brain finally reached operating speed. Fifteen dollars an hour.