She asked me.She- What you will take?Me- Actually nothing.She-Tea or coffee?Me- Anything.She – Ok, I’ll make coffee, I shall also take. You take s...me snacks.Me- I think you change first, you might be feeling tired.She- No its ok. I shall change later.Actually knowingly I asked her to change. I was wishing to see her in nighty or some sexy stuff but she refused. She went to the kitchen and started making something. I went behind her and stood there.She saw me and smiled. I also smiled. She was. "Follow me."She led Sandi to a quiet conference room down the hall and closed the door behind her. Sitting down, she motioned for Sandi to take a seat.Sandi continued. "A dear friend - my best friend - met a man at the Ball two years ago and has been devastated since. I would like to see if I could get the two of them back together. If both parties agree, of course."Abby grinned. Another broken heart story. It happened every year. Which was exactly why the men used aliases.Sandi went on. "I'm. And why you won't be ashamed that in your haste to pleasure yourself you have been posting out in public for the whole room to read." I blinked past the blurriness from my orgasm and scrolled back up to the top of the page where this all began. And he was right. If I had paid closer attention I would have noted the posts from the strangers that were there with us. How they read our chat and had been stroking their cocks or fingering themselves. They were watching us! They read every perverted. Troy rubbed the gusset of his panties and madesure his involuntary erection didn't go away. Everyone could see howit pushed out against the satiny lingerie, as if to prove that thehusband honestly did desire what was planned for him. Then the twoguys got up, held Larry between them, and got busy with their hands.They touched him all over, visiting his most sensitive spots. Theirthick fingers expertly triggered endless erotic responses. He couldn'tbelieve how aroused they were getting him. .