In my company, there is no dress code for us. We can wear anything we want. So most of the girls are comes in shorts, skirts, a t-shirt like that.Init...ally, I didn’t have any interest in Shruthi. But I have an eye on Preethi because her boobs and ass are the real sex bomb. Anyone will fall for her assets. Day by day, we three become close and we chatted a lot on WhatsApp and over the phone by conference call.One weekend, we planned to have a drinking party as Shruthi’s parents were out of town. It was cold and miserable and deeply humiliating, like she was a pathetic schoolgirl being bullied rather than an adult doing this to herself but it was also turning her on immensely and it took all her self control not to rub even harder at her pussy as she knelt there being flushed away. Finally the flush subsided and she opened her eyes to look down at the saturated tangles of her brown hair that hung, lankly into the bowl. Paul pulled her head up by the hair and deliberately spat right on. "That's it, my sweet girl. Fuck my pussy. Give yourself a thrill." Shelley kept up a steady motion, then accelerated. Sandra reached up and pinched Shelley's nipples."Ahhhhhh," Shelley moaned."Yes, girl. Feel it. Fuck me." Shelley sped up and started making gurgling sounds. Sandra moved her hands back to Shelley's hips and pulled firmly. Shelley bucked madly now. "Ah, yes, fuck me, fuck me, Shelley."Shelley slammed her pussy into Sandra's, and they both started moaning loudly as they shared a. I could tell Molly was excited about the idea of helping me with my office. The prospect of actually going into a saloon also intrigued her. Molly’s older husband had been very conservative, and as a proper Victorian-Era wife, Molly had never seen the inside of a saloon.We left Molly’s boarding house, and I proudly let her take my arm as we walked over to the Bull. Molly was wearing a very nice simple dress, unadorned, without hoops or a bustle. She had a wide brimmed straw hat perched on her.