I scanned the information and everything looked legit. I handed her the ID back and apologized. I then realized in the excitement, that I was standing...in the middle of my kitchen in my boxers. I politely and apologetically excused myself and went back to the bedroom. I slipped on a t-shirt and sweats and went back to try to convince this lady that I was not monster.By the time I returned, she was in the living room and had continued with her duties. Now that I had calmed down, I began to notice. “I don’t say that men cannot or do not have an interest in the butt per se. Or that their interest in the butt will make their interest in the breasts anything less. All that I am saying is that the interest in the female’s butt amongst men involves a re-investment of the libidinal energy that was once associated with the breasts, in a sense, the butt reminds them of the breasts and…”Before I complete the sentence, Allyson interrupts, “Butt reminds of the breasts, because the breasts and the. . go ahead and escape?. I was maybe sorry I got involved in this. But then I remembered some of the stories I had just read and started to get a little wet. And then she switched on the vibrating eggs, and I whined and squirmed in arousal. ?I hope those don’t distract you dear, you’ll need to concentrate on the ropes?, she said laughing. Well, I had no choice at that point so I started stretching and twisting my fingers around looking for the knots in the ropes. Damn it I was going to DO. I didn't have to guide most of their hands to my crotch. Each one was ready when it was his turn. I not only encouraged it by sitting on the edge of my chair for easier access but I had my crotch fully exposed when each guy sat down and quickly reached under my little skirt. I also whispered to each one that if they could find us a safe place that I would be the cheerleader of their dreams.I was now working on painting my fifth athlete when he whispered that he and his friends had found a place.