She darted over and crouched behind the pedestal. Michael followed her, dropping to his knees and pressing himself as close to the wall as he could. H... peered around the pedestal. The light grew brighter and the footsteps crept closer. Michael held his breath. “Whoever that is, I can hear you. It’s past curfew.” The voice called again, closer now. He could hear footfalls plodding along the hall. A flickering shadow fell over the far wall, moving steadily towards their hiding place. He tensed.. I want to make that up to you."Sally let out a sigh. "You do know you're messing up again, right?"It was my turn to be confused. "How?"She pulled her hands free of mine to reach up and pull my head down for an ear popping kiss. After a moment, and relaxing into it, she broke free and said, "You're talking too much."I couldn't help but smile at her and then pull her in for another kiss.Slowly, gently, we lay back onto the bed. I slid my arm under her and with no effort, lifted her up enough to. 'Well boys, how do you feel to be as you are in front of a very pretty young woman', and both looked directly at me, smiling.I took another good swallow from the glass as I noted their cocks coming alive, swelling and rising, 'Good boys' she said patronizingly, 'Lets see what you both look like, hard as a fucking rock'.I was really enjoying the show, helped by the wine of course, but the private viewing and the sense of girl power, did make my panties start to feel damp.Both these young men. “That’s why I wanted to talk to the world’s greatest authority,” I said. “The person most likely to be able to help me. Why I was so eager to talk to you. And why I got so rip-shit angry when you blew me off.”She sagged, and leaned her head forward onto my chest.“I’m so, so very sorry. Please forgive me.”I smiled at that, then playfully rocked back and forth enough that she could feel my cock sliding in and out of her. “I’m very glad you did.“Marta, please forgive me, but I really do think I am.