Roberta spotted him and called him to sit beside her. We were in a booth, Bronwen and I facing Roberta and the unevenness had bothered even me.He was ...n Irish guy, Irish Irish with brogue and all. Redheaded, bearded but way too tall to be a Leprechaun. It was clear Roberta was besotted with him. Equally clear that the reciprocal was not true, but that they knew each other biblically. I proceeded to interview him. It's what I do when I meet new people. He was funny and oblique and who the hell. The guests would have no doubt I was a confident and strong woman who really wanted to give of herself for their enjoyment. The more I thought about it the more it made sense. It certainly wasn't what I envisioned when all this started, but I had become used to the attention and frankly loved it. This was quite a leap forward from what was happening now but I was willing to try it. OK I said, I'll do it.Marcel was overjoyed. He called in his head designer and contractor. I had some idea. It was pretty obvious how excited she was. Someone pulled up the front of her cropped T-shirt and hands were soon fondling her breasts, squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples. Within a minute or two, her crop top came off and her little shorts followed quickly. She was naked except for her red platform high heels. She fondled three or four of the guys and pretty soon she had one of the guys dick in her hand and was jerking him off. I just wanted to watch her in action right then, so I. I started to move a couple of fingers into my pussy to get my own juices to lube my clit, I was already pretty wet from playing with Jeff's cock. Jeff was slowly moving his hand up and down his shaft, I put two fingers in my pussy and when I pulled them out I leaned towards Jeff and rubbed my juices on his cock. My juices made his cock look so wet and I could tell he liked the feeling of it. I put in the same two fingers again, this time I licked them clean.As we sat there watching each.