I closed my eyes and kissed her neck as I massaged her breast, then felt Catie twitch a little as if she had just been shocked. I opened my eyes sligh...ly as saw the John was now leaning into her other side, had slipped his hand under Catie's shirt and was squeezing her opposite tit. I slipped my tongue into Catie's ear and she squealed a little. “Take off your shirt" I whispered.Catie abruptly leaned forward, smiled back at me, grabbed the seam of her t-shirt and in one swift motion pulled her. It would be so easy. After about a week, we made it happen. Me and my gf were at his place and while she was busy in the kitchen I ended up leaving without telling her. I went and headed outside to wait in the car. My coworker went ahead and placed his phone in his room, video calling me so I could at least see what would happen. I waited in my car, pulling out my cock, anxiously waiting to see them. He went ahead and stripped off all his clothes and then headed into the kitchen. He walked over. Reluctantly John stepped forward and passed the picture to Agatha, who looked at the picture of John dressed as the French maid. She commented, "that if it was up to her she would change that uniform for one of the new lines of Sheer gossamer negligee's which would show off the under wear all the time!"Wayne smiled and added it's certainly worth a thought or two. As John stepped back from Agatha, he suddenly bumped into Jean; instead of the expected torrent of abuse he expected instead he. He said that was fine, and they hung up. She felt guilty about feeling relief that she wouldn't have to see him again until Thursday.Work on Monday and Tuesday were full days, primarily because of the lollygagging she'd done the previous Friday, while thinking about what Saturday night might be like. No one noticed, but she blushed several times as she relived what had happened after the play, in the French bordello. As a result she wasn't able to find time to call Angela to see where things.