The blonde women turns to Trace,” Miss Wilkins, would you like to follow me into the main hall” Trace walked into a large hall, it had high ceilin...s and with massive hand carved door frames, framing each door that led to the room like a picture, all of the walls and ceilings were covered in the large white silk d****s again, the bar had been built in the corner just for the ball, pure white curved bar with red up lights. Trace was greeted by two men again dressed just like the two at the door,. Finally my eyes, reached the zipper of his trousers and my mind fantasized about the length and circumference of his manhood. “Valentina,” said Denise, “I think you need to sit down now.” Glancing around, I noticed all eyes were on me. Muttering the word ‘sorry’, I fell back onto my seat. The violist looked at me with a smirk. It was hard to wonder what’s on his mind. When the audience dismissed themselves from the concert hall, the next ‘performance’ came autograph signing from the show’s star. "He could help you with your... problem at work."Dad looked thoughtful. "You know, he probably could. That's a good thought." What problem?" I asked curiously.Dad gave a little grimace of distaste. "I haven't been promoted in two years, and have barely received raises to keep up with inflation." Why?" I asked."For a while I thought it was just bad luck. But I've changed my mind. The truth is, my boss doesn't like me. He doesn't want me to be promoted. I've found out that he's actually moved. The towel goes again. He massages both legs up to my groin but no further. I'm silently pleading with him to touch me. I am so frustrated. I want to orgasm. He touches my asshole again this time pushing inside slightly. Over and over a little further each time. Mmmm I could cum. Suddenly I feel it open wider and wider as he pushes my vibrating buttplug into me. Guess the drawer was open. As he pushes it right in he cups my pussy pressing down. I buck and he starts rubbing quickly. Brushing my.