Annette had saidpeople would be dressed nicely but that it was not formal. She had usedalmost the same words to describe Fokele's so I decided to aim ...for thesame level of dress. I had the outfit I wore to the restaurant, a nicepair of gray slacks which went well with a blouse and sweater and thered dress I purchased but had never worn. Oh well, it was time to be abit daring. With an hour to go to dinner I didn't want to get dressed yet so I satdown on worked on some lists of things to do and to. She told me to remove my panties and keep the ribbon around my balls. My Aunt squirted some lotion into my hand and told me to rub it vigorously on my penis like I was putting on suntan lotion. My Aunt observed as I rubbed the lotion all over my cock. It did feel strange in a good way.“Now, you pull. You can pull fast; you can pull at a medium pace. Everyone has a preference. Nature will take its course, and you will shoot out your milk into a napkin that you will bring to me. It is very simple. " Prince Arragin cocked his head to one side, birdlike, his deepset eyes twinkling from under their bushy brows. "I should have realized that you would not recognize His Worship. Standing before you is one who holds the awesome power of Darkness in his own two hands. I present to you Dalliktan, High Priest and Foremost Representative in Khamus of the Old God!" Enough of this mummery!" Dalliktan's highpitched voice was thin and cold. "Belief is not required of you. It is enough that you do not. There was so much for the 5 of us to catch up on, and so much sexual heat and innuendo between us that it was hard to keep the spoken conversation separate from the un-spoken one from time to time. As we were sitting side-by-side, across from the boys there was no opportunity for me to ‘drop my napkin’ but our hands regularly ended up in each other’s laps. I’ll admit to an unfair advantage, because I frequently reached under your skirt to caress miss muffy. You had to be content with rubbing.