All of it was still in full swing.We re-engaged with our co-workers and continued drinking, dancing and flirting. Matt had his hands inside my halter ...op almost continuously until he left the party around midnight. I stayed later than that, as my husband was planning to pick me up at 1:00 a.m. I drank a bit more and danced and chatted with some of my other co-workers.Even though my manager had already gotten a handjob earlier in the evening (as he’d watched Matt fuck me in one of the spare. She sobbed as every girls did. i was a man of words melted on her tears. she was a damsel of 5 feet 4 inch, 36-28-36 stats caught red handed in misfortune. if she was a submissive, i had to look best position in dominance and fortunately i was. i initiated my dominant move: “get the hell out of your clothes”. she looked amused. “are you deaf?” she was a damsel trapped o my web unbuttoned her shirt slowly.Very slowly. I was impatient to discover her bareness and i went closer to her, further. “How fucking stupid can you be?” They headed east on Broad St. Eddie had no idea where she was going just that she said to follow her. He was nervous as a cat and thankfully that was making his erection ease up some. He could not get the thought of those gorgeous long legs out of his mind.A couple lights further down Broad, Sara pulled into the right land and turned into the shopping center. Eddie followed. She made her way to the grocery store lot and pulled into a spot. Eddie followed and. All errors and omissions are mine.I arrived at the party late, but it was just in time.Author’s note: This is a flash story that kept me awake one night.I am Gregory (Greg) Wilson, 28, and I am a control systems design engineer for a family owned machine tool manufacturing company. The company, Mathews Machine Tool, is a leading edge producer of CNC Machines for the plastics industry. I am not one of the higher ups, although I am considered an executive.I was and am a very good designer and I.