As she got ready for bed, Amy couldn't bring herself to take the leggings off, and instead found herself sliding under the sheets still wearing them, ...avoring the feeling of her high thread count sheets rubbing along the silky fabric. It seemed like every action she took while wearing the leggings was charged with sexually, and she found herself buzzing with tempting arousal once again from the constant, tingly stimulation. Deciding to forgo enjoying herself for the time being, she rolled over,. After a bit, he instructed "you may ask each man here if you are allowed to empty your ass. If they say no, you will return here and be used some more. I crawled to the first guy, "Sir, may pig please empty her ass?" He smirked and nodded. I crawled to the next guy, "Sir, may pig please empty her ass?" He chuckled, "no, I think the pig needs used some more." Sir waved me over and I crawled to him. He opened another bottle of beer and removed the empty bottle from my ass. He pushed the. He was a freelancer who did work for the magazine every once in a while and Rainey thanked God for every chance she had to watch him when he came to the building to speak with Lyn or discuss a spread with Jasmine, the head photographer. Rainey had first seen him during her third week at the magazine. Completely engrossed in a story she was line editing at the time, she hadn’t heard him come in. That day, it was his laugh that made her look up, and when she did she watched him casually flirt. (We were still living in the sixties, don’t ya know.) He stripped the sheet and pillowcase, replacing with the clean ones. He left to let me get settled, returning in a few minutes with an opened bottle of wine and a glass. He poured and offered it to me. I drank more than half. I was a bit too excited. ‘I’ll be back later.’ ——————– Randy was first. I asked, ‘Is this your first time.’ He said, ‘No.’ Since this was not about romance, I did not waste time. ‘Get undressed.’ He removed his clothes..