My shirt had been on the floor, and I had been wearing a netted Black brassiere, with my pants underneath. My friend immediately, handed my shirt to m..., but I could see a hidden and suppressed smile on his face. He got up and asked me that he would make me wear her shirt. Just as he was about to let my hand inside my shirt, he touch my netted brassiere. The drinks had let us lose our great inhibitions, and he was tempted to hold my breasts in my brassiere showing him the outlines. He got damned. I had never even dreamed of anything like this. Oh, it felt so good, I felt myself opening my legs to let her in.I lost track of time as I was having the best of both. I love to kiss and I love my pussy eaten. Then I felt the finger, maybe two in my pussy. Tom was still filling my mouth with his tongue and fondling my breasts. He went down and started kissing, licking and sucking my nipples, making them hard and standing upright. Grace was now fully into my pussy, her tongue probing into me. She removed the doeskin pants and pulled on black pants of the same stretchy material as the shirt. She tied the cord-ends built into the cuff of the pants and then slipped on her boots and bloused the cuffs into the top of the boots. The daggers went back into the boot sheathes and she tied their stays to hold the daggers in place. She pulled her hair back and pinned it into place before slipping on a black head scarf that partially covered her facial features with a half mask that went to her. But the Lutheran stick up Margo’s ass ... that resisted even Carol’s insights.The dinner was such a pleasant social occasion, delightfully so, that Anna decided to put off the more serious issues she wanted to discuss with Margo and her family. But it would be a good idea to have Chess there when she did have that discussion. Maybe a larger gathering, at a neutral site.So, no business that night. Just food, drink, good company ... and a tour of the ... mansion? Estate? Pleasure palace?“Okay,.