She started to grind into me, pressing her against my hip bone, thrusting against it. The more I begged, the more desperate I grew, the hotter she got... squirming and humping against me. The feather started doing its work, barely brushing against me, barely touching, sending every nerve ending into a state of electric arousal. My cock, aching, straining, started to twitch, needing more contact that the feather could provide, inching me closer and closer to an orgasm, but not quite. Beth took them from her and handed them to me. "Jenny, go in the bathroom and change into these. Then come back and we'll finish dressing you." I went into the bathroom and closed the door. I untied the ribbons on my robe, slipped it off and then pulled my nightgown up over my head. I neatly folded them on top of the counter. Then I slipped off my pink nylon panties and stepped into the white cotton ones. They were not as nice as the nylon panties, but with their high cut legs and low waist. I closed the door... and headed for the lift. The corridor was empty... I walked along... aware of the deadening effect of the carpet... and a slight chill on my bare legs above the stockings. Nice... :)I pressed the button to call the lift... and watched as it came from the floor above. The doors opened... ooops... people inside. Two youngish guys... and behind them... Phil... our accountant. Older than most of us... late thirties... and pretty shy. He was done up as... well he was SUPPOSED to. I answered -Unfortunately he was out of town and he returns over two days and Im so wet. then she said, -Bogdan said he likes you and he wants to fuck you.if you want Ill let you have sex with him. I looked at her and I could not believe what she tells me.I asked -youre kidding, right? very serious when she replied that not joking and that he would like to see me while having sex with her boyfriend. After all followed discussions likeI can not because I have a friend and it still says its just.