Hell, I think he hardly sat down all evening. And he told us we made his Christmas. Are you really telling me he’d pass at a chance of another night...of dancing with you?”Sue pulled a funny face, a little upset at how I’d demolished her argument. “Well, anyway, it wouldn’t be right, honey. You wouldn’t be there, and married women don’t go gadding about at black tie dos with other men, in front of the great and the good. At least, not in my book they don’t.”“Sue, honey, it’s only a dance, for. . I don't know," she said. "Dr. Charrier told me to be at the lounge at five, dressed like this. That's all I know."Melinda laughed, now holding both of Juliana's hands. "A blind date!" she exclaimed. "Oh my God, so thrilling. Now rush, honey. Have fun. Don't be late." She let go of Juliana's hands and walked on, swaying her round ass.Juliana sighed and turned the last corner.Soft music got louder as she opened the lounge's door. Cigar fumes still seemed to linger from last night; they blended. I slowed and raised my ass up so that I was only fucking the upper few inches of his cock and exposing the rest for my cuckold. I ordered Tony, "More lubrication boy! Lick his cock for me; get it wet again."Tony moved in and mouthed the base of Tony's cock to wet it and when he was done I slid my pussy back down, fully onto Steve's cock. My body shuddered at the heavenly sensation. I said to Tony, "That's good. Now help me get Steve off. This poor man needs and orgasm soon! While I fuck his. ‘Who is it?’ She called again. She did up her nightgown with one hand as she went. ‘Its me, Caitlin.’ She heard from the laundry. Caitlin froze. ‘Come to the laundry, Caitlin.’ It called. She obeyed. Arriving there she saw a shadowy figure with his back to her, head bent over something. Caitlin stood there, trying but completely failing to raise the torch in some sort of self defence. He turned to her. The torch fell from her hands. ‘Caitlin. Hello again.’ He whispered, walking to her. She.