Finishing our wine we decided to go dancing to end our evening, both slightly drunk we danced closely pressing our bodies together as we moved over th... floor. I was aware of her nipples pressing into my chest and felt her rub her mound against my leg at every oportunity, I not innocently pushed my now erect cock against her thighs each time pulling her tight to me, I felt no resistance against my sexual gestures and ventured to cup her breast as we left the floor, rather than brush my hand away. She reaches over and grabs my phone out my hand. I calmly ask her to return my phone. She lets out a bit of a sarcastic laugh as she hands in my direction and then quickly pulls it back. The next time she tries to fake hand it to me I go straight for her waist band of her shorts and pull her over the bed. A few cracks to the ass and I sit on her tickling her until my phone is mine again. 'Touch it again it is bare ass spanking for you'She reaches over and puts the tip of her finger on my. As time passed Sara proved to be a wordly wise girl, especially in the fine art of 'Blowing the old gents', she would say that with her quaint Welsh accent, but apply it expertly and with meaning, after all, she could blow ten on a good day and at 50 quid a pop, tax free, her jaws and private bank account were expanding daily.The older were on a similarily profitable sliding scale, offering more bodily contact, inside and outside, intmate and varied, depending on looks and age, but sufficient. "Frozen?" Ann is holding up Martine's glass."On the rocks." Well, wait here and I'll get you a refill. Don't leave."When Ann gets back a man and woman she knows are talking to Martine. Martine looks past them to Ann. Her eyes are those of a cornered person. Conversations at big parties almost never get finished, so maybe she'll lose the chance. Ann won't tell her anything. Ann, though, steps between the couple to hand Martine her drink, say hello to both the new people, and kiss their cheeks..