Thom brought us inside with a sweeping motion, then took us on either side of him and put a hand on the smalls of our backs. I swear he towered a foot...above both of us, probably a foot and a half with the blonde curls piled prom-style on his head. We went to the left and into a noisy, sweaty, humid-with-people room. There was loud, loud Chicks on Speed music; I liked them, but at this volume, it was fucking disorienting. Thom showed us around, introduced us to Cher and Madonna, who were having. Around them, a number of dignitaries were seated, mostly noblemen of the old order, and they wore resplendent, ornate clothes to show their wealth and power to the world.The looks directed at the brothers were mixed. A good number of the nobles had given friendly greetings. Macro's military exploits had garnered him respect, and his handling of the office of Vice-regent had increased that. Within a few months, the widespread corruption within the city's administration had been suppressed.. He rose to greet us and gave me big hug, sliding his hands inside my coat and grabbing my buttocks with both hands. Laughing, we took off our coats we and sat down, me sliding into the corner, with Tom next to me and my sweet Victor in front…We ordered some drinks and soon Tom put his hand on my leg and began caressing my inner thigh. Although the conversation was not about sex, I started getting aroused.I could feel my cotton thong beginning to get damp. As I finished my drink, I said I needed. Many seductive, sexual, romantic thoughts started flourishing my mind on my way to her. I knocked at the door, she opened the door on the very 1st bell as if she was also waiting 4 the big moment whatsoever it was. We sat close to each other on the couch; our legs were just close as if trying to get hotter n hotter. Initially the discussion went on randomly when a big moment aroused due to the one scene on television in which mature kissing was going on, she tried to change the channel as usual.