I can’t tell why that mattered but I was soon to learn in a very difficult manner.“So honey”, my Beth said in an almost distant voice. “Are yo... wondering why Brad is standing there? Why he asked me to tell you all of this right here in the parking lot? Why it was so important that we not wait till we got home?”I couldn’t speak. I just couldn’t find the strength to answer. But I think she expected that reaction from me. She smiled an almost evil smile never taking her eyes from Brad.“You see. I glanced around to see the other men nearly naked and stroking big cocks“Do all men who work in the hosiery business have big cocks?” I asked myself, as I slid the first four inches of his cock down my throat. As I gagged slightly I felt hands and cocks being rubbed across my nylon clad arse.Reaching down I rubbed my clit a while before tearing a hole using my diamond ring, (done it before!). I lay on the table and smiled at the men, rubbing my nylon legs as they wanked their cocks.They then. I moved away from the massive sex clump on the floor, and had a seat next to this guy.We struck up a conversation. He was really shy, but his voice was so deep and droning that I didn’t care. When he spoke, he hypnotized me. Finally, after a few drinks and some civil conversation, he asks me to dance. I was more than happy to let him loose on my ass.We walked over to the dance floor, and I started going crazy again. It took him a little while, but eventually we were practically fucking on the. " I merely nodded in agreement. Sarah took over. "Miss Granger, I need you to sit up. Let me look at your shoulder." I stood there helpless. Sarah looked up at me. "I have a good feeling about you Mr. Collins. You're going to behave yourself?" Yes. Of course. And can we stop being so formal? We may be here awhile. I'm Jerry, you're Sarah and this is Missy." Missy let out a small laugh which surprised Sarah and me,"Geraldine. Geraldine Matsen. I hate that name." Sarah and I looked at each other..