Even through high school, when I got invited out to parties, my parents would tell me that I could go out any day or night of the year except one, gue...s which? College allowed me to let my hair down a bit and I actually went to a few costume parties. It was the first time I ever got to dress up and be someone else; someone who didn?t look totally hot and as such, I usually dressed down for the occasion. One year I was a cow, then a pirate wench, then Trinity from The Matrix? so on and so. He knows that because I had brought myself so close before, I could have easily cum the instant he inserted his fingers, but that isn't allowed.As I begin to beg for release, He stops. I force myself not to let my frustration and disappointment show.There is that coldness again. This time I restrain the gasp. I feel small straps being placed around my hips and one falls to the bed below my ass. He tells me to lift myself off the bed. As I do so, I feel the straps being tightened around my hips. With a flick of my arm, I wrapped my fingers around this very convenient, gentleman’s wrists and brought them up to my breasts. The exposed one felt the calloused heat of skin as the man’s nicely placed fingers groped what I had to offer. Not so gentlemanly after all, my blood began to heat as my petals began to weep. Wanting to do some damage of my own, my fingers wandered to the band of his pants, only to slip past and grasp the lovely bulge behind the briefs he wore. Hoping no one was paying. The scent of her hair at my chin filled my nostrils, and I couldn't help but touch her hips and work my way up to her boobs, where my hands settled for a moment before I gently pushed her forward over the table.Abby rested forward on her elbows and looked over her shoulder at me while the cheers of four other men began to rumble around us. I took my cock in my hand and looked down just in time to see Abby shift her legs apart, her high heels scr****g against the carpet. With my other hand, I.