“Champagne?” the woman echoed back, surprised. “Si,” I replied, trying to look more certain than I actually felt. What the fuck was I getting ...yself into?She clapped her hands together again, this time with glee, and rushed out of the room.Thirty seconds later, before the old boys could take advantage of her absence and start pummelling me, the woman swept back into the room. She was followed by an aged, tiny man carrying two thin glasses, and a champagne bottle in an ice bucket. He plunked. There was even a slight tremble in her hands as she firmly placed them on his thighs and again it was like silk as one hand moved up and down either side of his leg she angled her right hand as she run it up the top of his thigh until it run along the edge of his inner thigh and on the return stoke she allowed her hand to slip between his legs and without planning to she felt the top of her fingers brush against his testicles .she continued the technique a few more times and for the first time. " Well of course, you're right. You should put on a little blusher andsome mascara too. Here, let me help you. Lisa reached into the open purseon her dresser and retrieved a small make-up bag. She motioned for him tocome to her and used a soft brush to add a little blush to hischeekbones. "Now," she commanded. "Open your eyes wide and tilt you headback a little -- that's it." She smiled as she coated his lashes withmascara. Then she stepped back to look him over."I think you need to wear some. James was gasping. He appeared to be fucking his hand, roughly now. “Fuck! Your tongue...Damn...can't even think...gonna make me...,” James said, hoarsely. Paul pulled his tongue out and told James to roll over. “Man, I need some attention here,” Paul pleaded. James rolled on the table, and I got a glimpse of his hard cock. I noticed how shiny it was, and I knew that he had been leaking pre cum, apparently, a lot of pre cum. By this time, Paul had undressed. He wasn't as impressive as James, in.