" he leered at Colette.As we walked into the maelstrom that was the party, I felt a twinge of something. It was jealousy. I was annoyed that he was ...flirting with Todd and not me. This reaction, even though I really had no business being envious. He was a dude. I was a dude. Even if I didn't look like one.But I needed worry. As we walked in... you know how in the movies, when someone walks in a room and the needle is scratched off the record? Well, that didn't happen per se. The music. Impotence, more than necessity, made him seek in variety, the provocative that was wanting to raise him to the pitch of enjoyment, which too he often saw himself baulked of by the failure of his powers: and this always threw him into a fit of rage, which he wreak'd, as far as he durst, on the innocent objects of his fit of momentary desire.This then was the monster to which my conscientious benefactress, who had long been his purveyor in this way, had doomed me, and sent for me down purposely. I was so excited about what I was going to do with you watching that I could hardly walk.” “I had no idea what I was letting myself in for.” “As soon as we’d got a little distance away from the others I crouched down…” “And asked me to hold your wine glass… I thought you needed a spare hand to pull your knickers down.” “But I didn’t.” “No. But you did lift the front of your dress…” “So that you could see exactly what I was doing.” “I should have turned away for the sake of your decency.”. 'We could have been fucking by now,' I thought to myself as I reached between my legs and felt how wet my panties were. Just the slightest touch of my fingers made my pussy tingle. I was tempted to take my panties off and make time with my heated cunt, but I held out instead for Jim’s promise to return.I heard a knock on my hotel room door about forty-five minutes later. My heart jumped into my throat. I knew it was Jim and managed to throw on my silk robe and hasten to the door. “Oh, Jim,.