There was barley enough room for a couple of Ikea dressers and an unmade double bed in the room, and the floor was covered in mounds of dirty laundry....Claire sat on the edge of her bed and watched as I took off my jacket, blouse and bra, folding them and placing them on the least dirty looking pile of clothes I could see. Then I went over to the bed, pushed aside the quilt and lay down beside Claire. My panties were still in my mouth, but at least I wasn’t tasting myself anymore. Claire grabbed. Our Christmas party was at the Dean's house. Everyone was dressed to the nines and the girls decided to play out their dare.I helped dress her, covering up her little vibrating bullet. She absolutely refused for me to be able to touch the controls. When we arrived, the other two girls turned over their remotes along with my wife's. I was given one of the other wife's controllers. I was told which woman but they did not know who had their control.They rushed the girls over towards the bar and. She had found that boys believed that girls mostly displayed their charms accidentally.They had no idea how much effort went into giving that one second, quick and sexy peek, the plausible patina of innocent deniability. She was going to tease Mike until he was out of his mind with desire for her.She wasn't sure what it was about making a boy so excited that she found exciting, but she just accepted that it worked. The anticipation of what might happen in the next few hours, was already having. I did manage to get a head count of the number of guys there, excluding my brother , she won't fuck him because she just wouldn't. There was fourty one guys , thirty four had wifes with them, and six where black. Roger from my wife's work was one of the black guys. After midnight the married couples started to thin out , I was getting Happy Birthday kisses from the wifes as they where getting reasdy to leave. I was haveing fun. Soon it was down to the last "hard Core" party guys, the single.