Greg continued to fix her something to drink and then turned to offer it to her. She sheepishly reached over to get her shirt where John had tossed it...last night while trying to keep the blanket covering her top. She couldn't quite reach it so Greg stepped over and handed it to her.She took it with an embarrassed "Thanks". When she looked up to take the shirt, her eyes were almost level with his crotch and she could see that she must have had an effect on him by the thickening of the lump in. There is a secret committee that selects the most, um," Cindy paused, then giggled."The most what?" Well-endowed eligible bachelor." As in?" The guy with the biggest cock."Yvonne blushed, then giggled. "You're kidding." Nope. Every year a different man is chosen. His identity is kept a secret but we do have a way to make sure it's not the same man year after year. Anyway, the man selected can tell no one he's the Minotaur until Halloween night. Then, he makes his selection and the rest is. But now somehow her body did not become aroused. It seemed lifeless, cold, withdrawn, as if sex were a part of her past only.She did become mildly interested in a new face at work, a beautiful, tall, slender black woman with long hair falling around her shoulders, so unusual in a black. Her name was Yvette Farmer, and she wore business suits with white sneakers, a trait Laura found sublimely cute and fetching. But Yvette was married, and had a small child. She was gorgeous, but very reserved. After joining us in a cup of tea, she asked if we would like them to give us a massage. She would love to do me and Mike would do Sarah. Sarah and I looked at each other, both obviously interested, and nodded to each other - why not? We both enjoyed receiving a massage and if it went a bit further, well we were interested in exploring that too.Mike said why didn’t we use the guest shower to freshen up while they got the tables ready. Sarah said in the shower room that she was nervous but quite.