To save the day, I intervened & suggested that we get out of there & head to my place for few drinks. The husbands were not interested in going to my ...lace b'coz thay suspected that I may get to screw their wives & they would get nothing!! But I played the girls by telling them to convince their husbands that they'll give them a gr8 swap fuck at my place. Anyways, everyone knows that when I have a party, its always the best!! Best booze, best place, best music...in fact I know that people fish. I want to see you, you look so good like that, all hard. Keep your hands on me, here," and I put his hand back on my breast.And that's how we did it: he would sit on the edge of his bed, naked, while I stood next to him wearing only my panties. He would be sucking my breasts and massaging them with both hands, while I stroked his hairas I watched his rigid dick pointing straight up into the air, sometimes bobbing a little.I liked to murmur to him softly as he sucked: "You are such a handsome. But Mr. Brooks said you'd be the prettiest little redhead I've ever seen, so I took a guess. He wasn't lying." His smile widened as I thanked him."You and Mr. Brooks are dining the conservatory tonight," he said with a shake of his head as if to clear it. I grinned. "Right this way." The conservatory?" I echoed. I'd never been to La Langoustine before and every sight was new. The floors were dark and gleaming hardwood, the chandelier in the entranceway positively dripped with crystals."Our. ” He leans towards me and almost crushes my ribs with his hug. “So lovely to meet you, Mr. Burton.” “Oh please, let’s not stand on ceremony. Call me Tom.” His steely blue eyes seem to fix on mine for a moment longer than comfortable before he ushers us inside. We are soon in the lounge and I’m introduced to Joe’s Mother, Alison. She seems positively timid compared to her husband, barely saying a word unless spoken to first. I always find small talk difficult, and this is no exception. Tom.