The guys asked me if I liked being Spit Roasted. Who did they think they were asking? Of course I like being Spit Roasted!Right there, in the elevator..., they had a scissors/paper/rock to decide who got first go on my arse. It felt like my arse was being auctioned off.Imagine if you were in an elevator with three guys, all shirtless, towels not really hiding their bulging crotches, listening to them decide who got to fuck my arse first.We didn’t make it all the way in to my unit when our speedos. Reveling in the soft feel of her skin, he slid his hand back up to Shay’s neck, resting it finally against the side of her face again. Reaching up with his right hand now, he placed his hand on Shay’s left shoulder, pulling the tie loose. Shay stood before Ken feeling only the swell of her breasts keeping her dress up. Her breathing began to increase in anticipation of what she knew was about to happen. She felt her face began to flush. As Ken placed his lips on the side of her neck, she felt a. ”Sara sat back while she let those last words sink in. She looked across the table. Alex had a shy, subtle smile on her face. Charlie looked like a deer in the headlights. Alex turned to Charlie.“I’d be up for it. What do you think, Honey?” she said. She was thinking about getting into Sara’s knickers again, not to mention the bonus action.“I don’t know…” he said slowly. “What’s the matter, Charlie?” Sara said softly. “Think of the possibilities. You’d get to see me and Alex together again, I. She looked at the lingerie again and rolled it through her hands, the fabric was very thin and delicate and if it had been designed for Gemma, she’d almost certainly spill out of it. She might retain more modesty by walking out naked but it wasn’t like that was an option, so before she could think about it any further, she quickly pulled the lingerie on. She didn’t want to dwell long enough to talk herself out of it.She had to admit, it felt wonderful and when she caught sight of herself in the.