You kiss my chin and then my neck, your arms under me, around my waist. Gently biting and nibbling my neck, my ears. Oh that feels really nice.You sit...up and cup my breasts with your strong hands, your thumbs rubbing my nipples, making them to stiffen, watching my reaction, you dive and begin to nip and suck them through my corset. I gasp.You pull me up into a sitting position and start to unhook the fastenings of my tight underwear it opens but is still fastened to my stockings which you pull. Brandi turned to face me and in a husky voice, she said, "Here's the deal: you show me yours, I'll show you mine."My eyebrows went up, but Brandi's gaze was entirely on my crotch, where the towel was being pushed out rather obscenely. "C'mon, Ben," she added when I didn't immediately respond. "Nothing we both haven't seen before."In a husky voice of my own, I nodded and said, "Okay," and my hands went to the fold that was holding my towel around my waist.Brandi picked her gaze up to my eyes in. One in particular had us drooling. Marcy was the wife of our general manager and she was pissed at her drunken husband and she was showing her anger by flirting with Mark and me. When we danced with her she would press her ample breasts into our chests and press her leg into our hard ons and then smile wickedly at us. Even though I didn't think I could get her away from the party and her husband I decided to dance her into a dark corner and see if I couldn't set up something for another. Mary was a bit puzzled by the girl’s question,but welcomed the chance to continue talking to her ifit meant that Trixie would stay nude in front of her.Inside, Trixie smiled. “If she’s not married,” shethought, “it might be because she’s into women.” Trixieslowly walked past Mary to the sink. Looking into themirror and pretending to wash her hands, she jutted hertight ass out for the older lady to see. “So do youjust hang out at home on.