Kyle stood up and leaned on the table to look over her laptop one last time. He was so close that his chest almost rested on her shoulder. “Can you ...rint that so we can go review the inventory? I know some of the stuff needed to be checked.” Ignoring the electricity she was feeling, Emma hit the print button and responded, “Sorry, but I just haven’t had time to unload the last shipment. The boxes are up in storage waiting to be put away. If we want to check them, we have to unload them first.”. “I’ve seen you around the showers at Shaw. Don’t pretend you don’t like this shit.”I was so embarrassed that I didn’t know what to say. My dick had totally gone soft, and I was practically cowering in the hallway.Chad’s dick, on the other hand, was still as hard as a rock. “Get up, you asshole.”I nodded and stepped into the light.“Say something. Jesus!”“W-well,” I said, “I mean, you saw me beat off too… so I guess, well, i-it’s not like either of us is seeing something we haven’t seen. Each of us yearning an immediate private sanctuary, in minutes I led us all to my home. A trail of purses, shoes, dresses, but surprisingly few undergarments following us to the bedroom.Together we tested the limits of my queen bed.Feminine squeals and scented candles lit my bedroom. Our bodies entangled freely, though we concentrated on our chosen partners. The exception being Alessandra, who either wasn't aware of the unwritten rule of the night or chose to ignore. Her tongue or fingers. Jean passed the garter belt around Angie's waist andbegan clipping it into place, her fingers moving withthe expertise of long practice. Excitement poured overAngie's body like some thick warm fluid, her breathingquickened to swift, shallow spurts. 'It's sort of like putting on a bra, except lowerdown', the older woman was saying, 'the tricky part isattaching the stockings'. Angie could only nod her assent, feeling the beltconstricting her waistline by at least three inches.The satin was.