Notes started to appear. First we slipped off our tops and the crowd went wild. More money started to be put in the bowl. First Sue took off her skirt...then me. We started to walk around the room topping up drinks and squeezing a crotch or two. Ralf was actually the groom and Paul was his best man. The guys were starting to get drunk and insisted I suck Ralf’s cock while they watched. I think Ralf was a bit nervous but I wasn’t and convinced him to unzip his pants. Once I started to suck his. Undoubtedly, guests had been already in the voyeur room watching Laurie get ready, and make the room ready. ‘Are you ready for all I have planned for you?’ he asked as he began to pull off his formal white gloves. ‘Yes Sir Glen.’ Her eyes were shining as she spoke, drawing a comforting smile from Sir Glen. The door behind Sir Glen slid closed and Sir Glen laid his gloves on the shelf in front of the room’s assortment of bondage gear. His eyes danced across the selection of ropes, handcuffs,. She started faster than before, immediately engulfing my cock. I watched her work her oral magic on it for a few minutes, doing everything I could to keep from cumming in this woman's mouth before I got a chance to fuck her. Just as I was about to stop her, she pulled away. She sat down in another deck chair, pulled her skirt up over her hips and placed her feet wide apart. She wasn't wearing any panties, so I had a great view of her wet pussy. I moved my chair in front of hers and leaned. Mr. Donaldson was probably in his early 50s. An inch or two over six feet, salt and pepper hair and a nicely trimmed goatee. He had a bit of a beer belly that jiggled a bit when he laughed, which was fairly often. Always immaculately dressed, he seemed like he'd be a good boss to work for.And he was. First week went by without a hitch. He always seemed to compliment me, offer me a smile and a pat on the shoulder. It was nice. I spent my day putting in data, getting rid of old paper.