When the party was winding down, five couples went upstairs for a special event, a trivia contest. But a trivia contest with a twist.Each couple woul... compete as a team to answer a question. If you got it right, good for you. If you got it wrong, one garment of clothes had to be removed. What garment and from whom was left up to the couple. The game would end when both the guy and the girl of a couple were naked. If you were good, you’d be clothed at the end. Otherwise, you’d be on. Work is good- it brings in the money I so sorely need, secretarial work is not exactly rocket science, so it's not too hard, and...well. There's Craig. Craig is the boss at the small construction company I answer the phones for. He's tough- demanding and a stickler for the rules, hence why I was mincing down the sidewalk to the bus station in heels, pantyhose, and an actual dress instead of jeans and a pair of sneakers. Craig cares enormously about the dress code in the office- at least when it. There was a wall so my husband couldn’t actually see my ass or the hole unless he leaned up and he was always so nervous that he wouldn’t even look. I have his cock out and I’m licking it and deep throating it when I feel a hand on my ass lifting up my skirt. I wiggle my ass as a invite for the stranger to continue. My pussy was so wet that the strangers two fingers slid right in me and kind of pushed me forward on my bf’s cock which startled him a little and I was afraid he would see that I. Just in time, he realised that his current state of arousal would most likely be visible through his trousers, so thinking quickly, he grabbed a sheaf of papers and drawings and held them in front of him to hide his obvious tumescence from view. Carrying drawings around was something he did all the time anyway so it would attract very little attention from the junior members of staff that occupied the large open-plan office space that lay beyond the privacy of Peter’s single office. Once past.