He said nothing as he approached me. The look on his face was pure sexual desire. He reached out and took a hold of the towel, dropping it to my feet.... My skin, still damp from the shower came alive, as the cool night air caressed me. I shiver, unsure if it was from the cold or the anticipation. He wasted no time, as he reached out to fondle my tits. I leaned into him, relishing the feeling of his hands. They were soft, and very experienced. He tweaked my nipples with the expertise of a porn. The gown fitted her like a second skin, but with a split up one side to her thigh, it was cut low at the front emphasising the swellings of her breasts and as she turned for me I saw that the back was non-existent! "Well?" "Katie" She giggled, "You already said that" "You're gorgeous baby, absolutely bloody gorgeous" "Honestly Dave?" "Honestly" The restaurant was almost empty that early in the evening, it was a place I'd never been to before but we had to go somewhere special to show off my. Mr. Clark unclipped his suspenders and let his trousers fall to his ankles, leaving him only in his tighty-whities. Stand up, slut, he muttered, gesturing at Evelyn. His breathing became ragged. I started to feel sick, for Evelyns sake. I looked at her, trying to convey my sorrow and guilt through eye contact. She looked back at me not with anger, but with fear. Legs shaking, she slowly stood up, covering her pussy with her hands. My cum on her face was now mixed with tears. I looked back at. " Yeah, bring me a Coke and some chips. And a calculator." Calculator?" I'm going to try to figure out how many hundreds of thousands of dollars it costs every time the president hits a golf ball." Har-de-har-har," said Humphreys. "You can starve. Do it long hand."He left. Bob turned the hallway feedback on. All he really had to do was listen for the computer to tell him the president's ball had moved. He got something to eat while the other two were catching up to the man, and almost screwed.