She felt on top of things andher part of the project was all set to go. But there other unrelateddelays. Lots of people were standing around. The s...okers were goingout the back exit door. There were people here today who'd known her from before. Or,rather, who she'd known before. Who 'he' had known before. It wasall very strange. But she didn't care today. They wouldn't know.It was one of the other producers I used to know pretty well whofirst came up to me. He said he didn't realize. Callidora wraps her arms around the woman, putting her entire weight on Eileen’s shoulders as her legs give way and her moans become cries of pleasure. Eileen slows her rubbing down to a caress, keeping the orgasm flowing for as long as possible.Callidora looks at the woman once she has regain control of her legs and asks, “Is there something more special about tonight more than any other?”“Besides the fact that we met on Christmas Eve and you changed my life?” the woman asks.“Well, that was. Looking around, I got the sense that we weren't the only couple with such motivations – the sexual tension was thick in the air. Then Tripp broke the mood. He was wearing a red smoking jacket which stood out like a beacon in sea of tuxedos, white dresses, and tan skin. Holding a microphone he spoke "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome one and all to this evening's special event!" The crowd went silent. "Tonight we will introduce eight women into our family. And among those eight, we have a very rare. ”I would never tell her that Master PC removed a malignant cyst off one of her ovaries when we ran the initial check of everyone’s bodies. Cancer would not be attacking this woman, ever.“My turn,” Nicky said. “What happened to your wife, Stacy’s mother? I kind of remember her when I first started out. Pretty, blonde.”“Unfaithful,” I replied.“Unloving,” Stacy added.“Cold,” I said.“Frigid,” Stacy echoed.“Beautiful,” I said.“Hot,” Stacy said.“I think she’s a sociopath,” I said.“Whoa,” Nicky.