Once she’d stowed a few things in each room, Eleanor brushed off her costume and returned to the party. Unlike Elise, whose small breasts were at r...isk of being ejected from her corset while her black panties flashed beneath her short latex skirt, Eleanor was clothed conservatively in a long, flowing silk dress. It was sexy but sumptuous, and even included a cape and hood. Her mask, a gargoyle in jet black, covered her entire face. The disguise was intentional; she’d planned on being. I didn’t know when it was then. I mean...”“Just a year ago today, you took my precious cherry and don’t even remember it,” she pouted.“I do remember it. I remember it like it was yesterday. I just didn’t remember what date it was,” I frantically explained. “I’m so sorry, Melody. I didn’t mean...” She kissed me.“I’m not very sentimental about things,” she said. “I forgot until Lissa reminded me last night. It was actually yesterday, the eleventh. February was eventful. Two weeks later, we made. He dried off with an oversized, plush pink towel. He moisturized his skin with a citrus-scented lotion. He selected a short, peach, backless dress with cape sleeves. He choose a pair of faux leather, taupe, ankle booties that had a chunky, three-and-a-half-inch heel. He grabbed an ivory clutch bag before exiting his small apartment. Club Amethyst was popping.Cherish walked passed Mandwell, who was dancing with a girl he had known for a while.Mandwell said, “I know you not gonna walk by me. So I wasn't surprised when she encouraged the masseuse a couple of times to work harder. It was obvious to me that she was using all her strength on her, but still Sarah encouraged her to go deeper.The masseuse slowly worked her way down Sarah's ass to the tops of her thighs. She softly took one of Sarah's ankles in her hand and moved her feet farther apart, then went back to her ass. Sarah's pussy was plainly visible now and the masseuse was openly rubbing against it as she massaged the.