Our brunette was in the small lunchroom before the guys. She was positioned lewdly on one of the chairs. Her legs over the arms, widely spread, but wi...h her panties still on, but pushed into her shaved slit deeply. Talk about a turn on. Her top was up, her boobies released from their bra and just jiggle joggling nicely with her breathing. No point the guys getting embarrassed or not knowing where to start. Sammie was making it obvious.A flesh smorgasbord confronted two middle aged guys as they. . about her interest in pain and sexual service. She knew they were on the same wavelength, but the woman awed her in ways she couldn't define. She was a little afraid of Jane, and knew she wasn't the only one. Cindy could sense Fionna was somewhat afraid of her as well, although the two spent a fair amount of time together.Fionna. There was a woman Cindy would love to be used by. Tina wouldn't mind -- she had the same thought herself, but Fionna was not into BDSM. At last as far as anyone. We three are very grateful for what you did this evening. We are the organisers of the Father Christmas float and without you we would have been in real trouble. We had a young substitute for Jack but his wife went into labour this morning. They now have a son, their first child, born about five days early. Like you, Jack has a full white beard. The other substitute is bearded but ginger. He was going to spray it white for this evening but…’ ‘…but we are very grateful to you, Paul,’ Jane said.. “Are you okay, did I hurt you, I’m so sorry.” The thoughts in my head are completely irrational. I know they are. It’s not anything you’ve done or said. There are no marks on me exposing a wound. There is just emotion. “Please talk to me, what did I do?” With tears in my eyes all I can do is press my head against your chest. “…hold me” is all I can mutter as tears start to leave their wet trail down my cheeks. “Oh, Michelle, I’m so sorry, please talk to me, tell me what’s wrong.” I say.