I moved over to the lounge and was already hard myself looking at this hot dude in his red speedos. He must have guessed I was there as he started to ...lay with himself through his speedos. Looking at the bulge, his cock was way fatter than the times I had seen it on cam and I so wanted to suck on it but had to take my time. I lightly with my fingers touched his cock... ever so lightly through the Budgy Smugglers and he moved his hips up in response. His drawstring was out side and dangling over. Catherine, for her part, was a prostitute in the whorehouse of Mrs. Auzoux, entitled madam, a former resident herself. The place had all the modern comforts and gas lighting. According to the fashion of the time, the style of the rooms was very varied and exotic, ranging from the Chinese suite to the Moorish alcove without forgetting the medieval torture chamber.The girls waited in the main room under the light of the gas nozzles. Among all the beauties seated that evening on the large sofas in. I checked around and thankfully no-one noticed this happening.After a while, she came and told me that her friend also needed a drink, so she sent her near the ladies room and I took two drinks for her friend too. Both of them were heavy drinkers as I realized soon. She thanked me profusely and told me that I am a real gentleman who cared for others and treated them well. She told me her name was Shruti. I went to dance with my friends and enjoy the party again. I wished I could dance with. On the days she wore a skirt he rarely left his desk seat. Her desk was in front of the room and every time she crossed her legs his eyes fell on her in an attempt to look up her skirt. She ruled him out as he was a coach and his conversations never went beyond sports. Then there was Mr. Lance, her English teacher. They got along great and he always shared jokes and stories with her, and more than once she caught him staring at her breasts. He too was ruled out as he was seeing a college.