With Fred I always wear at least a pair of stockings. I need the stocking top to keep the money I insist he pay me — in advance — for my ... favor....”Barb had heard from the girls about the day Paula had returned home and howled with laughter. Now she laughed again, realizing that the first day’s behavior had been continued. “Can you stay for lunch?” Barb asked. “Won’t Frederick get ... lonesome?”“Not really,” Paula replied airily. “I entertained him before I came over and cleaned him out. Since. At least they don’t bounce around while I’m jogging.”“Not that I mind,” he shrugged. “Gives me something nice to look at.”Amanda snorted, “God, look at my nipples.”He did, noting that they were stiff and hard, tenting her top like two diamonds that could easily cut glass. James quirked an eyebrow up.“You approve?”“You know how I feel about them.”She nodded, “I do.”He inclined his head and started breakfast. They went to school and James used the school’s resources to do some research during his. He might even find out. And yet… this thinking made everything seem even dirtier. Now the temptation was irresistible. I came behind Cassandra and massaged her shoulders before traveling down the crease of her lightly freckled back. Cassie let out a faint moan. She swayed her hips gently from side to side and her orb-like buns swayed with her. I slid a finger into her pussy, but she grabbed my hand and pushed me away. Confused, I latched onto her wrist to stop her and spanked her ass cheeks. I was sure Carla was fifteen years older than me, but once she was away from her public role in Minneapolis, she reverted to being a teenager. She drove and I recited my speech to myself. In spite of my threats, I hadn’t even let anyone else look at what I’d written. I knew if I did, I’d lose my courage. It would be hard enough with Carla in the audience.It was a typical convention hotel with conference rooms named after California missions and a large ballroom where we would meet for the first.