She realised while walking she was a more drunk than she thought, her feet were hurting as she had been dancing and teasing the men on the dancefloor ... although with no intention of securing anything more than a free drink. She kicked of her heels for the last few hundred metres and tried to collect her thoughts.As she turned into our apartment block street, she noticed one of the block neighbours was some metres behind, she only knew him as CeeBee (CB) - he was tall, of black perhaps african. She looked up at me. "Come on Mike! Don't just stand there. See if youcan make it work. You were the last one to touch it. Maybe it's keyedto you or something."That penetrated my haze somewhat. I worked to calm my breathing, tostill the heaving of my bosom. I knelt down by her and fitted myslender hand into the claw print. I was shaking like a leaf, my stomachroiling in reaction to my panic.Work, I prayed. Please, god, let it work.But it didn't.An hour later I was sitting slumped on the sofa in. Shannon was my effervescent neighbor, who had brought the party to my door, but at that moment, she seemed a bit dazed and groggy.“Good morning,” I sheepishly called out.“Morning,” Shannon replied.I had already lathered up, and did not expect any shower accompaniment, but Shannon had other plans in mind. Without any undue announcement or notice, she stepped into the small shower stall and closed the door behind her.“Would you like some company?” she asked as we faced off our bodies pressing. Her skirt, dancing in the breeze, suddenly felt too short for comfort. She made to reclaim her jacket, to turn and retreat, but she could only stand frozen.Her eyes widened as she noticed the scene depicted on the magazine. A pornstar was squatting on the ground, enthusiastically sucking the cocks of three older men. Her breasts had bite marks and her pussy looked well used. Bile rose up Elaine's throat. Yet a tingling in her loins was rising in intensity. Amidst the disgust she found a.