"Friday was Girls Night. I took Margaret out to dinner at The Wingless Albatross. We had just ordered drinks when Adrienne met up with us. Patrice cam... in about five minutes later straight from a shoot, complaining about her photographer. It was fun chatting and bitching about the business, four models all in different stages of their careers, but all relatively the same age. I was the oldest in the group, two years older than Patrice and about four years older than Adrienne. Margaret was. (Boys, you should all pay Miss Exton a visit :)Here I was, humming with the ecstasy of her fingers working wonders on my back, when suddenly I felt them wrap around and brush my nipples (underneath the cups) and they were responding on their own!Miss Exton had already closed the office door so we wouldn't be disturbed, and when she saw me respond without alarm, my rock hard nipples being tweaked to new heights, she turned me around and went for the "gusto"!She was now fondling my full, firm. “No!” Kellee protested unhappily. “We don’t have time for this now. We gotta find out what’s going on.”“Fuck,” Kaylee groaned as Kellee released her and stepped back. “This is so bull-shitty.” She grabbed Kellee’s forearms but didn’t try to draw her back. “How can this be going on? What the fuck happened to us, anyway? Are we tripping on acid?”Kellee blinked and gasped. Kaylee shot a look at the doorway and what protruded above the distant horizon made her eyes pop wide as a pair of silver. She was silent at first; eyes tightly closed and fingers busily rubbing her clitty but then she began to moan softly. The moans grew louder and louder as her fingers moved more quickly then they turned into yelps and screams. He watched her climax just as he came. He could hear her now and she was getting louder and louder as he stroked his own cock. He wondered now, just as he had wondered then, what was going through her mind. Somehow he could imagine that she was thinking of doing slutty.