It does start to get a bit vague after that. I think we started doing sixty-nine, but I really don't know if that was just me dreaming. Please just ...tell me what happened so I can figure out why you seem so worried."So I told her, exactly as I have told you. Every touch, every movement, every thought and feeling. As the story unfolded, I grew more nervous, thinking she would be upset, worrying she would be angry. I pushed my half-eaten breakfast away from me, unable to face taking another. ‘Amanda, this is my friend Danny and his date Jamie. Danny and Jamie, this is my girlfriend Amanda.’ We said our hellos and exchanged pleasantries. Jake gave us the low down on all the big art executives that were here. Amanda’s gaze stayed on Danny the whole time. The only time she did look at me was to shoot me an icy glare. I really couldn’t care less though. I wasn’t here to make friends with the plastic Barbie. ‘Jakey, I hate to steal you away but you really must meet Mr. Thomas.’ Amanda. There was not a lot of room in there and we were pressed hard up against each other and my hard cock was rubbing against her soft tummy, and her breasts were against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and proceeded to rub myself to a climax, ejaculating my cum up her belly and between her tits. My legs almost gave out as I was coming and I had to cling desperately to her to stop myself slumping down to the shower tray.When I had recovered my strength I apologised for my thoughtless action. "S-s-sure," I stammered. "Whatever you'd like, Tony, if we can just keep this between you and me." "It's pretty simple. I just want you to take off your clothes and put on this outfit," he said with a wry grin, indicating a blouse and skirt that were laid out on the couch next to him. Were they here all the time? I realized that I hadn't taken my eyes away from him since I sat down. Looking up at him, the glare of the fluorescent lights behind him and partially masking his face in silhouette,.