Suzi of course backed Annie up, and Rob joined in, so suddenly I was in a minority of one. And of course, in my pissed-up state it seemed like a reall... hot idea: I mean, what guy wouldn’t turn down the chance of a blow-job, especially from a notorious sexpot like Annie?“Fuck yes, of course I’m up for it,” I said, “As long you promise to do it quietly.”“Oh, I can be quiet; but can you?” she said, which was a fair point.~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~By next Monday I’d sobered up, and wasn’t sure if anyone. I think I already mentioned that...). Brentley lives for his art and for him I am the personification of muse. That is the reason he is loyal to me."What a honor to catch sight of your royal highness today, Duchess.", Brentley starts flattering while he plucks his mustache. "Oh Brentley, please don't fawn over me!", I repel. Brentley raises his purring voice again and he doesn't seem to want to stop. "I am only speaking out the truth, Duchess. You look beatiful today.", he states. I can see. Roma would always be the one to start something by giving me a provocative smile or running her hand over my ass when Jim wasn’t watching. She gave me such fantasies that I always had to jerk off every night just to get to sleep.A few nights ago, she stopped in the hallway to block my path and put her hands on the walls. She was tempting me to do something and I was tempted to take our flirting to the next level to test her willingness to be naughty.I said, “Roma, what are you doing?” as I. I remained in this trance like state with erotic thoughts of this total stranger increasing my arousal to the point that I would begin to show this excitement. “Sir, Sir!” the young clerk repeated with no break in my gaze. I felt a soft hand on mine and nearly leaped out of my skin.“Sir,” the young lady said, “Your baskets are ready.”“S, S, Sure,” I stammered and handed her my credit card. I didn’t break my gaze at the vision of beauty that continued approaching me directly, those seductive.