“I arranged most of the details.”Arwen made a mental left turn. Obviously Tanvi had handled the details of the party, but she’d done so in such ... way as to be functionally invisible. Arwen said. “I think our RSVPs may have exceeded the capacity of the restaurant.”“Ok. The restaurant’s full seating capacity is 119. How many RSVPs do you have?” Tanvi asked.“Approximately ... we have no idea,” said Arwen. “Maybe three hundred.”“We can do three hundred,” said Tanvi. “We’ll just...”“Maybe five. I think we must have gotten a little tipsy and I know I felt my cock stirring in my pants. I was trying to control myself but Lori looked so damn good. We both finished our beer and I told Lori to go to the refrigerator and grab two more.When Lori went into the kitchen I stood up and tried to arrange my cock in my pants. Lori came back into the living room and held out the bottle to me. For some reason I reached out and pulled her into my body. Lori didn't resist me. Our mouths locked together. "Yes, but speaking of Monica... your wife... she's just two doors away, and... and what would she think if she walked in and... you and I were, were going at it on the couch." Well, first... she's too busy gloating to Phoebe over the whole wedding mess - so I'm betting she won't be back for a good hour or so. And second, I know she boffs Joey once in a while, so..." He smiled at his wife's best friend. "...why can't you and I get a little action goin'?" Huh..." Rachel uttered quietly with a. Briefly the captive blonde wondered what the intruder was doing.Stephanie strained to hear the stranger. She thought she heard him in the kitchen. He was probably on the phone there, but she couldn't make out anything he said. The twin stimulations made it hard for her to focus and she could feel another orgasm beginning to brew inside her. Her moans grew a little more as she lay there, bound."Dinner is on its way, slave," Jeff's electronically twisted voice said as he patted her on the head,.