Penny was less worried now that Mr. Brown would report her to Mark or to the police. She was totally into her photoshoots at MORE4LESS. Without a boyf...iend of her own, she found that Mr. Brown satisfied the craving she had to parade naked in front of a virile man. Plus which, he was someone who had what it took to give her a massive orgasm every time. She had been looking forward to Monday evenings for several weeks now, and Mr. Brown had even given her a handsome amount of money to go back to. It turned out that the party was at the home of the owner, Mr. Johnson. He wasn’t home, as far as she knew. The party was hosted by his wife, Deb, who no longer worked at the company but Kelly had seen her stop into the office a couple of times. Kelly had been given scant details of the party, pretty much just where and when and the other women seemed thrilled that she agreed to attend.It was a beautiful, spacious, home. A valet met her in the long driveway to park her car. Everyone was kicking. . What? Press the button?“Well?” she finally asked, impatiently. “The phone thing?”My bowl of milk had stained her cotton now for long enough that I could see through it a little bit. Definitely not a bra there of any kind but I already knew that. I could almost make out some mildly dark areola as well now. Phone thing? Absolutely? Best we get on up outta this kitchen like asap!“Of course,” I confirmed. Rudely confident.“Promise me once more. No judging,” was all she asked for, her voice now. " she said. "Have a seat." Connie sat, fingercombing her phoenix-red hair behind her ear to keep it out of her eyes. Li Hua poured her a cup of tea. It smelled wonderful, even though Connie wasn't much for tea. "Try this. It's a special herbal blend that aids in relaxation and concentration." Connie searched the cup for a handle, but found none. "If it's too hot to hold, it's too hot to drink, that's why Chinese tea cups don't have handles." Oh." Connie said, mimicking the way Hua held her cup..