”“Honey? What’s ... um...” The husband. Beatrice could see the subtle twinkle of a ring on his finger, and the woman’s.A couple in their ear...ly thirties, wearing nice clothes and nice perfume and nice cologne. Beatrice could smell just the touch of it mixed with alcohol.“Julias, come on, they’re – nng!” Her man didn’t stop. He only started to finger her harder, until the noise of sloshing flesh was audible. They could probably hear every splash of her juices on Julias’s palm.She looked at them.. I gave a little shiver of pleasure. She pulled it away, as if worried that she’d gone too far. “Don’t stop,” I breathed. “It’s nice.”She nodded, and tentatively edged the vibrator under the hem of my skirt and tickled further up my thigh. To help her, I gripped my skirt and pulled it up, exposing more of my bare upper thighs. Caitlin licked her lips, which seemed to have gone dry all of a sudden, and rolled the vibrator across my thigh, then up between my legs. I pulled my skirt higher, right. Stacy was going to be playing emcee all night long – one of her new jobs – and would be sure the audience knew that our routine shows would be a little more risqué than what they were seeing at our opening, especially since so many people brought their wives or partners along to the gala. We expected some complaints, and everyone who was working had free drink coupons to give out as a salve for just that situation.A few of the electricians opted to work on the lighting after we broke up our. Batting my eyelashes at him, I closed the distance between us and pressed my body against his, pushing him up against the door. I stood on my toes and gave him a kiss and said, “I lost the bet so this is my surprise.” His lips started to respond to my kisses and his hands came around onto my back in a hug, holding me tightly to him. I pushed back from him and said, “You don’t get to touch; this is my surprise to you.” I unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his shoulders, letting it drop to.