She's flushed, breathing heavily. She's also barely two feet from the floor. I look her in the eyes, smiling, "Is that bad enough?" She doesn't laugh ...his time, her eyes are dark. Lust. I can smell her. I bring up, and walk arm in arm to the bar. I wave my card, "Table 7. Charge it to my room, please." It's a short walk to the elevator. The doors close, and she kisses me. Seven stories of kissing. In my room, the lights are off save the gentle glow of the corner nightlight. Her shirt is hooked. Looking up she realized she had one of the teens either side of her, positively leering, and suddenly felt very stupid. She slowly rose to her feet intending to just walk into the supermarket where they wouldn’t follow her but the closer of the two stepped in front of her to block her from going in that direction as he scanned her up and down, looking at her dress.“What’s a cute girl like you doing wandering around like that, no bra, no undies?” he drawled, calling her ‘girl’ seemed insulting. Santa type costume, a red low cut very short dress with white fur trim, red gloves, red high heel boots with white fur around the top and a Santa hat and red fishnet thigh high stockings with green bows on them. She didn't really have a choice she thought, it was a company party and the boss got this costume for her and they are all expecting her so she put it on. She looked good in it and she wore a red lace bra and thong panty with a candy cane on it just for fun. June's husband walked in. ..oh” and she was in the ribald moment of a very pleasant dicking in her arse.“Fuck...yeah...man...sweet...what an arse...orh...orh...orh” and Hamish was lost for words in overwhelming constriction and his stepsister’s sphincter’s flexing. She was a whore at heart complete with a harlot’s skills.They had the shared pleasurable minutes of total individual body bliss. They were saturated in self pleasure. In short it was simple awesome anal sex for two.Well that’s how it started. Then Hamish got.