We would be serving drinks on silver trays,and snacks as well. Before we move amongst them,we are informed that the guests will be allowed to touch an... fondle us in any way shape or form.So that is what we would do,walk about with champagne glasses on trays smilling while the guests chatted to each other,background music playing softly. As we walked around we would be touched by wandering hands,by both men and women,our naked bodies exposed and used by the wealthy clientele.Then an anouncement. "Meat stepped up to him and gave him a hard punch on the shoulder. He said, "Sheep, you dope. They aren't real girls."The guy nicknamed Sheep rubbed his shoulder and said, "Ow."Weasel said, "No, they aren't real girls. But what I don't understand is why they're wearing so many clothes." He reached over and ripped off Chris' blouse.Chris screamed and said, "Oh!"More guys stepped up and ripped off Chris' and Todd's clothes off until they both were standing completely nude. Chris and Todd gave. ” “Do you want me to do it harder?” “Yes,” she said, leaning her head back against my shoulder. I rolled each nipple between my thumb and index finger, gradually increasing the pressure, as I kissed her neck. Jeanine pushed her chest out, arched her back and neck and let out a few low moans. “Harder,” she said. “Do it harder.” Here we were. A beautiful lady leaning back against me; her hair in my face as I kissed her neck; the wonderful smell of her perfume filling the air around us; my hard. Her suite, which she shared with her working husband, was styled in a more contemporary manner. It had normal sized windows, carpeting throughout and an abundance of furniture. I've noticed this all without stepping an inch into their home.Barbara Dawson was her name, her husband was Marc.As my schedule is flexible, I've said the customary nod and acknowledgement to Marc on occasion. Pleasant enough man; mid fifties, expensive clothing which is mostly suits, nearly completely bald and a bit of.