“Who’d have thought spending money could be so exhausting!” she exclaimed.“So, Gordon is still around then,” Allison laughed, knowing that C...rrie’s job would never have funded a shopping spree like the one she had obviously been on.“Around and more attentive than ever.”“How’s the cold?”“Gone, thank goodness. It’s hard to cultivate a dominant sneer if there’s a dew-drop on the end of your nose. Anyway, I wanted to say thanks for looking after Gordon at the show.”“He wasn’t any bother. I was just. This wasn’t workingthe way I expected. I was getting desperate. I needed to torture my tits so much that it would wipeaway any thought of masturbation. I saw a long hat pinon the counter, raised my full breast with one hand, andwith a single stroke shoved the pit entirely through themeat of the tit. I had skewered myself like aThanksgiving turkey.I simply couldn’t believe what I had done. The painsimply excited me. It made my need for another orgasmeven more intense. I didn’t. Steve and I already knew the answer to that and it was probably nothing. Samantha continued dancing but came towards us and placed herself between where we were sat , still dancing she put a hand on each of our thighs and she started to gently stroke up and down our thighs getting closer and closer to the obvious bulges in our trousers.Everyone was still watching as she leaned in and started to kiss Steve deep and hard as if he was already fucking her. She stopped and moved closer to me as if. But I think you need something more."My pulse thrums like a frantic jazz tune as Mickie's hand lowers to grasp the edge of the sheet that covers my nude body and slowly, slowly begins to pull it down. I wonder for an instant if I should object, but it's already too late -- she draws the sheet away until I am naked before her, completely exposed. Still seated on the edge of the bed beside me, Mickie leans in close, her lips whisper-soft against my own. She kisses me delicately, then draws back.