I don’t believe you,” Brian said as he drained what was left of the bottle of Crown.“ I swear man. You ought to see her swallow my cock,” Kev ...aid.“Okay, then show us,” Brian taunted. “ Angie wont mind.”I looked at Kev and saw that he was unbuttoning his pants. Are we really going to do this, I wondered? I was a little nervous. I had never sucked dick with an audience before. “Come here, baby,” Kev said as he pulled me to him. I got down on my knees as he pulled his semi-hard cock out of his. Okay, when we're alone, like after a nice dinner at home and a few glasses of wine, I'll let him feel me up at the dining room table and then when we're cleaning up and loading the dishwasher, I let him feel my breasts from behind.So, I think I'm pretty loose in the sex department. I mean, I have a friend, Lois, who cooks the meal in the nude then serves it naked and sits with her husband at the table naked, oh, she just is a naked freak. I mean, she's a bit much.Now, to Roy, my hubby, he'd. Suddenly, something bumped my hip. I looked down to see the damn dog standing next to me. His tail was wagging amiably and he was grinning, but those big teeth reminded me of the word Protective. I pulled my sticky fingers out carefully, I didn’t want to get bitten.“Baron, go away!” She turned to take him by the scruff of the neck and dragged him away, her other hand trying to pull up her trousers. She shoved him into the hallway, slammed the door and leaned against it.“Sorry about that,” she. The long table against the wall was artfully arranged with delicate festive-themed canapés. A model of the MNY building had been built out of gingerbread, exuberantly decorated and stood in pride of place. Nia elbowed me surreptitiously.“Lois, I don’t even know what to say to these people.”“Say what you want. Nobody’s gonna recognise us.”It was true. A lot of the guests were from outside of the company; corporate donors, models, fashion photographers and well-placed journalists. Of course, most.