Again,the woman seemed oblivious to Terri's nudity, as well as the show she wasputting on."Any outgoing mail?" Jeanie asked."Just this," Danielle repl...ed, handing her a small package. "Have you metmy new secretary? Jeanie, this is Terri. I'm sure she'd shake hands,but...." her voice trailed off.But Terri's hand was covered with her juices, and three of her fingers wereburied in her cunt. Jeanie nodded dismissively, then left the room."You can stop now. Put your dress back on," Terri was. ”She took me into the spare room, our room, and we lay on the bed. Mrs Hubert’s hand started to roam beneath my t-shirt but I grabbed and stilled it.“Stuff to tell you,” I said, almost trembling.I recounted the sorry tale of the foursome at my parents’ and she listened in silence.When I had finished she said nothing, then gave a loud and dismissive “Tchhh!” as if she’d heard the same old thing all over again.“You knew?” I asked.“Not the details,” she said. “But I had a good idea. I was pretty. They announced that they were exhibitionists. So why was Brenda dressed in shapeless sweats and Andy in paint-stained T-shirt and jeans? They explained. For them, exhibitionism was not about getting naked in front of other people. There was no thrill in that. Exhibitionism was about getting naked in front of other people in places where it was unlikely, or discouraged, or prohibited, or would get you arrested. When they met Sonja, they asked if she’d like to help them get naked and have sex in. “Do you like your new name?” “Yes, Mistress.” “I was thinking that you’d need a girl’s name if you really did let me fuck you… and you are letting me fuck you.” Her voice was deeper, throatier and dangerously seductive. Justine rolled her hips, and I felt her shaft retreat and then re-enter my ass. At the same time, she reached round and took hold of my cock. Her fingers brushed the sensitive skin like a thousand butterfly wings. “Do you like it when I fuck you, Petra?” “Oh fuck, yes!” I was.