She was glad he couldn’t see her face. She’d never been this bold before, and she hoped she wasn’t making a huge mistake. Did she really want to...tease him this way, knowing that she didn’t have the nerve to actually have sex with a stranger? His cock pulsed inside his jeans, under her hand. She stroked him up and down, trying to picture in her mind what it looked like. She wondered what it would taste like. That thought sent such a quiver through her body that he must have felt it. The bike was. I recognized the guy, one of the ER doctors and a known pussyhound. She told me once she couldn’t stand him, he’d screwed up two marriages already, and the administration had warned him to stay away from married women. Looks like he didn’t listen.He jumped up, deciding to bluff his way out. He was a gym rat, and liked to brag about his black belt.“Calm down, dude. She came on to me. Is it my fault you can’t keep her satisfied? I’m going to get my clothes and leave, it looks like the fun and. I would need to explain none of thistoo him. He would know. He would understand. Thigh high stockings, sheer bra, matching thong, the items almost glowedthrough the suntan I had worked on hour after hour, day after day. No tan linesanywhere. My garments were perfect, I expected to make the body wearing themmatch. Finally, in a mark of humility, of humble honor, I chose a straightline summer dress and white pumps. Two pearl drop earrings completed the process. For so long I had lacked. A very nervous little girl was led onto the stage, still wearing her costume from the party. Standing beside the girl Alice Marchant was tall, elegant and an austere figure who towered over the child. “This is Sarah, who is twelve years old,” Alice announced. Jenny Richards recognised her as the little girl who had been made to give her pleasure at the party. Alice remembered just how exhausted little Sally became during sexual activity; so she decided to make her swallow some of the special.