“Do you want to do the honors? I asked, handing Jane the bottle of wine. Our hands touched, briefly, but the momentary but accidental touch was magi...al.“You know,” Jane said slowly as she punched in the wine screw, "When you asked me earlier, if I wanted to kiss you, I didn’t know how to respond.”I apologized a second time.“You don’t need to apologize,” Jane replied. “I’d be honored to be kissed by you.”Jane’s declaration caught me off guard.“Are you bi?” I asked.“I don’t know,” Jane replied.. I put them to my nose and sniffed them as I looked at her across the room. Becky tells me again to get out of there or else. I take the panties and head back to my house. My wife is still at work so I return to my office with Becky's panties and put them in my desk drawer and get back to work. My mind however is not on my work but what had just happened. I was wondering what she was going to do. Was she going to tell my wife or her husband or use it blackmail me. My mind was running wild with. It broke into me suddenly, tearing me open, and he rammed it all the way in, as deep as he could get it. His hands groped under me and pinched my nipples so hard that I couldn't stand it."Action!" someone shouted with a laugh.The guy in front of me started pumping hard into my mouth, holding my head steady. I was choking and gagging. Having to hold myself on hands and knees I couldn't do anything to stop him. Behind me I felt the other guy brace himself and then start hammering his cock up my. I begged her not to do it but she said I was just jealous and should be more proud of her. With much reluctance, and some favors promised, I finally consented.Afterwards I heard the details. Apparently, modeling the first outfit was going as expected, but when one of her co-workers offered $100 to the charity if she modeled the other outfits without the under garments, she gave in to pressure from the crowd and agreed to lose the bra and thong for the next outfit. While modeling the 2nd.