As they returned Bronwyn's stare, they ogled her from stem to stern and their cocks began to twitch and grow, finally, standing straight out and proud... in full rigid erection. They both flushed again as they continued to stare, open-mouthed at Bronwyn. There seemed to be a natural attraction to her in spite of the fact that a younger, very beautiful girl, Dana, was there, too.A kind of magnetism was drawing the three of them together and they gradually merged as Bronwyn went over to them, knelt. Tight-fitting black dress, showing plenty of leg... glasses... and that intoxicating perfume.You're talking and laughing as you catch him looking over at you. It's the type of look that everyone in the room fails to notice, but to you, that look means that his head if swimming in pornographic thoughts of you. It sends a rush through your body that he knows you so perfectly well. With complete ease, you excuse yourself from your group and leave the room. Your heart is pounding, because you know. Abstract paintings in elegant gold frames, photos of people, probably relatives, parents, grouped together on a side table. I slowly lower myself on the cream colored sofa. Large, soft patterned cushions surround me. I place my bag on the floor, papers and dictaphone on the table. She returns with wine and sparkling water, seats herself on the ottoman. I point to my recording device. She just smiles and nods. Clearly she knows all about interviews. She must have done countless ones as an. ”“Here comes the food,” Ellen said sitting up straighter in her chair.“We didn’t even order,” Molly said. It took the staff just a few minutes to place the appetizers in front of the assembled group. One of the waiters placed a simple plate in front of her. Molly stared at it for a second before she asked, “Is this a joke?”“Ah, someone spelled out Mark Heart Molly with the sauce,” Ellen read. “That’s so sweet.”“I’m going to send it back,” Molly said pushing the plate away.“You’ve got to taste.