Her eyes stopped on the main attraction. Just inside the door was a line of naked young men who snapped to "attention" when her eyes fell on them. The... put their hands behind their heads and thrust their elbows back. They spread their legs and pushed their hard cocks and balls forward.The girls would have a hard time choosing their server (referred to as "slave") for the evening from such a delectable group. Tiffany, being the boldest of the friends, started down the line caressing each boy's. .bla. Who cares. I noticed a girl opposit me shaking a little, i had a look over to find her desperately trying to hold a laugh down, now im not a pervert but my eyes didn’t follow her shoulders or head, but her perfect round tits jumping about like a dog on speed. While I was staring I didn’t notice her look at me until it was to late, she saw me! I instantly went red and looked down at the floor, to afraid to look up in case she was staring at me.Finally the lesson was over, i nearly sprinted. ., a woman's... Dropping the packages, herhands went to her mouth. Her body felt as though it was caving in onher. As Patricia's knees went weak and her body began its decent to thedeep pile of the rug below her, the music became eerily distant and thelight around her faded. She dropped to the floor, hitting her head onthe edge of a squared planter near the door. Before Patricia's mindsigned out she noted the scent of lilac's filling their bedroom, thescent of her favorite perfume, Garden. “I’m out of the way, no ugly divorce and Jane can move right in.”“I don’t think it’s ideal,” I told her. “I don’t love you anymore, but I don’t want to see you dead. I wouldn’t mind if HE ended up dead, but I’m not gonna lose sleep if he doesn’t.”That took her by surprise. It was the first time I’d told her that I didn’t love her. “You don’t?” she asked, looking pale.“No, Barb,” I confirmed. “I don’t love you. I don’t even like you anymore. You’re still a physically attractive woman, but the.