She took me to her little uniform cupboard and began to ask me for my sizes.I didn't have a clue so she said she would look at my shirt collar first.A...s my shirt was tight i had to virtually remove it so that she could see the size.This exposed my chest which seemed to be exciting her.I was also beginning to get turned on and my cock was beginning to stiffen.After she had got the size of my shirt she said she needed to take the size of my trousers.I was about to take my trousers down when she. She wasn’t going to turn down any opportunity to dance and would let the guy she was with know she was interested in more than slow dancing.Karen looked around the room of men watching the girl’s taught body swaying to her rock music routine and didn’t look away from those who glanced her way. She noted a few potential men and a few tables with several around them. She was going to be a very easy fuck, and it didn’t matter if it was one lucky guy or several. Her drink was delivered, and she. Another proof that he was a native of the universal country was apparent in the fact of his knowing no other Italian words than the terms used in music, and which like the "goddam" of Figaro, served all possible linguistic requirements. "Allegro!" he called out to the postilions at every ascent. "Moderato!" he cried as they descended. And heaven knows there are hills enough between Rome and Florence by the way of Aquapendente! These two words greatly amused the men to whom they were addressed.. He gestured towards the visibly turned-on cameramen. "It's the hottest thing I've ever seen to be honest". Holly beamed again. This guy was in his early 60's, a big plump guy, always jolly. But for now he seemed different, an emotion Holly had never detected in him before. She glanced down and saw a definite bulge, and all became clear. "Frank, are you struggling with that?" she asked, biting her bottom lip. Frank was embarrassed like the model was and began muttering and shuffling his feet..