" I am not," he objected.She pressed her lips together as she focussed on the T.V. screen. "We should have a Sadie Hawkins Dance." I don't know how to...break this to you," he lifted her left hand and brought it up to his lips, kissing the rings on her finger, "But you already have a man. And besides," he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, "Since college, I have developed waaay more confidence."Around mid-morning the next day, Matt received a text from his good friend, Dylan Lancaster. It. ”I was awestruck. I had no idea. I thought they were just close dancing with a little sexy grinding. It was eye-opening. My loving fiancée let a guy feel her up and I’m just now hearing about it. “Honey, you said you wouldn’t be angry. You’re not mad, are you? I was drunk. You got me worked up with all your suggestive talk and your sexy stories. It wasn’t a big deal. I just let him finger-fuck me a little. That’s all.”I wanted to ask her a thousand questions about our relationship, about if she. Some of them may even be allowed to try them out."Amelia felt her juices dampening her cunt and beginning to drip enough to run down her thighs. Men, lots of them, would inspect her naked; some of then would fuck her; she would be put on display and auctioned like a pedigree racehorse or a fine picture might be in England. She almost had an orgasm at the mere thought.She was then pulled quickly through the long corridors from the harem to the side entrance of the Palace and bundled. “That sounds so good …. but I don’t have any money to pay you,” I said, mischievously sticking out my lower lip in a pout. We kept eye contact and I could tell Steve thinking the same thing I was: how I sucked him off in the club and how he was the first guy to cum in me last night. “Hmmm, that is a problem,” Steve said and he leaned back against the counter.I could see the beginnings of a hard-on under Steve’s sweats, so I walked toward him and seductively dropped to my knees. My hands stroked.