I ended up sandwiched between two of the salesmen. Tim, standing in front of me, was a nice guy. We had a good business friendship. He was married and...I always thought his wife was a lucky girl to have such a hunky guy coming home to her each night. I certainly didn't mind being crowded into him. Behind me, and unfortunately not seeming to mind being pressed into me, was Ben. He was a single guy with a reputation for womanizing in the office. He wasn't particularly smooth. He was more likely to. " I ran my hand over his forearms wanting him badly.He nodded letting his eyes continue to rove over my hot body. "You know, I haven't had an offer like what's in those text messages from some as sexy as you in a long time. How old are you Lucy?" I turned eighteen last week." He moved his hand further up my thigh, playing with the waistband of my thong. Tempting me."Oh, well, we should celebrate. Eighteen is a big year. Come here and be a good girl and sit on my desk."He leaned in and we. I tried to move but couldn’t. Both the females got up and sat in a doggy position looking at me. They were both acting very weird. Making sounds and dropping their tongues out like a dog.I shouted, “Leave me”. But they were still staring at me. Sitting in the same position they both started to lick my chest and nipples. Both of them were not only licking it but also biting it in between. I was shouting in pain. To make me shut up Shalini pushed her foot into my mouth and shouted, “Lick it you. Did I have any right to expect more than mild interest and little more from a woman who I had only know for about 4 months, 11 years ago.We waited for Al, and when he arrived, we had supper and then sat around and swapped lies and tall tales about the big fish that got away. Since I have never been much of a fisherman, my stories were limited to bullheads and Channel Cats that I had caught in the muddy Iowa streams and farm ponds. I never could figure out why my uncles liked to catch and eat.