That’s not me. I would never have let a young man come all over me, she thought to herself. I would never ask a young man to wear a speedo just so I... could see his hard penis.She felt her pussy pulse and moisten with arousal as she cupped it in her hand. She then realized her hand had cum all over it. His cum. A seventeen-year-old’s cum. She quickly pulled her hand away from her pussy and held it in front of her face."Oh my God," she said in just above a whisper, staring at the spunk on her. I was terribly confused. So what was I supposed to do while they all fucked? Just stand around and be alone? There was an undercurrent of shameful pleasure about it, though. A relief that I wouldn’t have to beg Jo for sex. She’d already said no, decidedly so. And a prickly sense of guilty, shameful pleasure to be a bystander, watching or listening for signs of my lustful wife fucking another guy. I had never been in a situation like this. I was a little more worried that Jo and Neal knew about. We don?t do a lot ofpreparation - we?re not what you?d call in the mass market and many of ourclients like them still to have a few rough edges to be smoothed out by themselves.? ?So,just the one preparation centre?? ?Yes.And then there?s the sales centre.? ?What, like a car showroom? You?re joking.? ?No,not joking. And yes, it is pretty much like a car showroom. Especiallywhen we?re running an auction. Most go of the stock is for private salethese days ? a lot are commissioned collections. I thus came to the conclusion that my friend here was a filthy rich lady to have been able to afford such an expensive villa. Finally, she said this is the bedroom She entered and switched on the lights. It was a huge room with a large bed in the middle. It was covered with a single white satin sheet with matching white pillows. The lamp on the track lighting was directed straight on the bed. It seemed like a perfect setting for a film set. She then said “You look very tired, why dont you.