My huge firm breasts were revealed beneath the opened black robe. My silky smooth shaved pussy was glistening invitingly, awaiting the undoubted pound...ng both guys would be providing.My short funky blonde hair was gelled back, making my hair look wet and sexually intimidating. My make up was slut perfection with smokey eyelids and glossy shiny lips awaiting the arrival of a cock to smother. James had handed me a large glass of dry white wine, which I was sipping as paced the tiled floor of our. Right. They’ll only be looking at me for a moment. As soon as I say ‘Hello,’ you kill the lights and the Keynote begins.”“Very good, Birdie. You won’t have time to be nervous. Once the first slide goes up on the screen, everyone will be looking at that.”Ms. Sloane may be the Brains of the Outfit, but I quickly induced her strategy. She had shortened and shortened the presentation. More photos, graphics, less words.My sainted mother chipped in, “You’re good-looking, Birdie Brewster, a real crowd. “Yes, there is. That particular one is quite erotic.”“It seems the woman likes the boys and girls really young.”“Yes, that’s her fetish, and her husband prefers to watch her with young boys and girls to satisfy his voyeuristic nature because he doesn’t feel that they challenge his manhood. Not like a grown man or woman that could challenge him for the right to his wife’s affection. What her husband is unaware of is that his wife finds him repulsive. Only young boys and girls sexually stimulate. Please..." You are struggling to open your legs wider, knowing how I like that, how I want you as open and exposed as you can be. I stir my dickhead in your liquid hole, just barely between your twitching lips. "Talk dirty to me, Rosie. Talk like a shameless fucking whore. That's what you are, aren't you? Tell me what you want and what you are. Show me you're nasty enough to be fucked."You whisper to me of your need, your lust, your love. I shudder at your words, and can hold back no longer. I.