Reaching the massage table Debbie gently pushed the trembling woman onto the table and down on her back. Releasing her grip she positioned herself bet...een the outstretched legs and stared down into the inviting vee. Kiki's vagina was plainly visible through the sparse pubic hair. The small pink lips glistened wetly as they pooched out from her mound. Debbie began to kiss and nibble the insides of the thighs moving from the knees to just outside the flower-like lips. Kiki moaned and closed her. The plunge at the front was very deep, and the skirt very short. It made Amanda feel daring and sexy and exotic and glamorous; and had cost far too much.Nick checked the veal Osso Bucco was cooking down nicely and looked at the open kitchen, the dining table next to the French windows out to the garden, the island that was scrupulously clean after all the prep work was done.Standing on the doorstep Amanda rang the bell, shifting from foot to foot. Hearing it just before seven, Nick smiled.. I could tell that her parents were not very well to do, but I didn't know anything about them since they had never attended a parent-teacher conference night.I parked the car and moved to get out with her and walk her to her door, but she quickly spoke up, "Thanks again Mr. Font. See ya." Then she ran off and inside her house quick as a mouse.I shrugged and calmly drove back home. When I got home Rachel meet me wearing her fine black fishnet stockings, a black silken nighty, and a smile. I. We looked strangestanding there with our cocks and bums visible belowour shirt tails and the black soldiers laughed at ourhumiliation as they herded us back into the mainreception room.Our wives were already there, they had been made tostrip down to their undies, and were talking to a groupof black politicians and army officers who hadappeared. Suddenly, the President came into the room,looked at all our wives as if he was examining cattleat a market. He told my wife Sally to go with him.