The girls seemed to really be into the male sexual model he had and the guys either dismissed the whole idea of using a condom or actually paid some a...tention to what he told them. Rob showed how to properly keep a condom to ensure it was still usable and reliable whenever the time came to pull it out of the foil pouch and use it, and also how to properly handle it to kept the lubricated ones as slippery and lubed up as possible. Rob demonstrated everything from tearing open the foil container. I told you - I'm going to be late for work. Let's wait until I get home." Her voice was cracking now. She tried to squirm away but he held her firmly. His right hand entered the front of her brassierre. He played with her right nipple, circling it with his index finger until it stiffened."No." she protested, but it came out weak and half-hearted. Her body started to relax. He lifted his mother's breast until it hung obscenely out of the brassierre cup. He pulled at her nipple, gently at first. In the background the music played, the haunting strains of the violin filling the room. It was calling her, enchanting her like a snake charmer, making her want to do its bidding. She closed her eyes, stretching her arms above her head, reaching up, her fingertips pressed hard against the window, supporting her. She arched her hips forward against the glass, pressing her sex to it, her dark hair highlighted against it. Her full breasts pressed hard against the window, squashed against it,. She knew how good she looked.“Well,” I said, “I can see I won’t be seeing much of you this evening after the meal! They’ll be queueing up to dance with you.”“They can queue all they like,” she said, gazing into my eyes, “I’ll only be dancing with you tonight.”“I think the Senior Partners might ask for a dance,” I said. “It may be politic–”“Sorry, Graham,” she said, “not even the big cheeses.”“Connie, enjoy yourself, please,” I urged her. “Choose the right dances and I’m sure you know how to.