But no matter how hard I tried, I could never quite convince myself completely, and from time to time needed just a little Scotch whisky to help ease ...hat last niggling pang of conscience.Meanwhile, things at work and home continued to get even better. My reputation within the business was soaring, thanks to my stumbling upon the solution to a systems glitch that had plagued the Accountancy and Finance Department for several years. An increase in salary followed this triumph, but of course was. "Let me take the lead until your libido overcomes your conscience. If I can't turn you on, then I don't get my way. How's that for a compromise?" Okay," he squeaked, accepting his scruples were about to evaporate."Thanks," Charlotte whispered as she stood up and kicked off her sandals. Then, with a smile and a pirouette, she whipped off her top, dropped her skirt and stepped out of her minuscule panties.Joe's head spun with excitement as he goggled at the vision before him.Slim and lithe, her. Though it matched the décor, it wasn't as heavy as the drapes. On the tables, food had been arranged with several people per table in mind. However, the food wasn't on dinnerware. It wasn't on the table cloths either, because there was something separating the food and the cloth, and it wasn't air. Lying perfectly still on each of the four tables were three women and a man, fully nude, and the food arranged on their bodies like garments, edible attire.When our table was centered in front of me,. I ran my fingers up and down it, as if I was rubbing a huge cock. My pussy was slippery with juice already. I got up and walked around, looking at my huge pussy in the mirrors as I walked past them, rubbing my clit to tease myself. Feeling the roughness of my stockings as I intentionally rubbed my thighs together made my pussy even wetter. The dyke was still on TV, this time she had a huge black dildo strapped on, fucking the young girl, and holding a vibrator to her clit. The girl.