She bit her lower lip slightly, then nodded. I unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, and then slipped my fingers into the waistband. I tugged slightly an... she raised her butt so I could slide the jeans over her hips.I pulled them down to her knees, revealing pink lace panties with an obvious wet spot. Her scent was strong and musky and I longed to taste it. I pulled her jeans off, then her socks. I hooked my fingers inside her panties and looked up at her face again. She smiled and nodded. She had. ” She grabbed the bottle and slipped onto the floor. “Come on. Down here. We can’t spin it on the bed.” Paul joined her. She put the bottle between them and spun it hard. When it stopped, it was pointing towards the bed.“It’s closest to you,” Angela yelled. “Lose the shirt.”Damn! Oh, well—better luck next time. We have to play fair—strip.He pulled his shirt off over his head and lobbed it across the room. It was his turn to spin.Take it easy—don’t spin it too hard or you’ll have no control over. " Will I be working with my clothes on or off?" Mostly off." Fuck the weekday job--I can make more than that elsewhere. But I'll take the Saturday job."My heart pounds mercilessly, and I struggle for breath. It's going to be me and you, Taya, fulfilling our fantasies together.Taya:Saturday I am told to report to your penthouse condo. You give me the parking code so I can park in the underground parking, and the elevator code that goes directly to the top floor and opens directly in your condo.I. Molly wandered over to the bookcase, extensively stocked and in astonishment realized his reading tastes were not too dissimilar to hers… a mix of contemporary authors and some greats of literature. She blinked and pulled out a novel. As the title had suggested it was in French as were three others beside it and although it was difficult to tell if they had ever been read. Nevertheless she murmured, ‘Ah oui, Monsieur Andrews. You are educated.’ Well educated in what?’ Molly thought, picking up.