Clinging to her sexy body Stacy wore a tight black dress with a sultry sheen, a bit too tight for everyday wear, and beneath that she had on her best ...nderthings, sheer, sexy, and, despite the sticky heat, a garter belt and subtle fishnet stockings. She stopped now, feeling herself in her clothes, the weight of her own breasts, the thick hunger in her vagina. When she turned her attention to her own body she realized that she felt terribly vulnerable and terribly sexy. It was a scary, edgy. For example, if after her Festival Serena were to purchase one of our more popular packages, the Double-Double, Dr. James and Dr. Noah would join us here and provide the two penises for Serena's treatment. She would have the opportunity to fellate Dr. James' penis-to suck, nibble, or simply look at and touch-whatever gave her the most pleasure-while Dr. Noah would use his penis to penetrate her vaginally. As chief practitioner in Serena's case, I would oversee the treatment process, guiding her. I returned and entered the reception just like I belonged there. I mingled with people telling them I was a friend of the bride or groom and acting like I had attended the wedding. Everybody was drunk and not paying attention to me anyway. I was hitting on several women, just like dad taught me, when this older woman came up and started to hit on me. At first I thought she was very drunk and that she was being very friendly but then I realized she was very drunk but she was hitting on me. . The contrast between my white-as-snow skin and her black as night skin was oddly intoxicating. I stammered, distracted by the touch and attention I was receiving, N-n-nice to meet you too, maam. Call me Rosie, she smiled, still holding my hand. Nice to meet you Rosie, I replied. Oh, she purred, her voice so soft and sweet, the pleasure is all mine. I was completely embarrassed at the attention she was giving me, and her tone dripped with implication. An undeniable tingle began to stir down.