“We’re making them excited,” I whispered to Cheryl. “When they fuck later tonight they’ll be thinking about us. We’re going to be their in...spiration for some really hot sex.” “But tomorrow, if they see us, they’ll know it was us. I’ll be so embarrassed.” “No need,” I consoled her. “You’re hot, sexy, and definitely naughty. There’s nothing wrong here. You like the sex. You don’t have to be embarrassed about that.” “I am naughty, aren’t I?” Cheryl whispered to me. “You are,” I agreed. “Hot, sexy,. Your juices trickled down your thighs as you danced and pranced about. Each time you drew near to me, I was certain you would offer some relief. But time after time, I was wrong. Instead, you tormented me, and seemed damn happy to be doing it. As your arousal reached new levels, you straddled me, rubbing yourself all over me and smothered my face between your large tits. I could feel you rubbing your juices on the bulge in my shorts as you imitated a good fucking motion. Then you reached down. This time I was careful, arranged all the papers, and presented it to her. “Keep it here,” she said in a neutral tone. She was getting ready for the meeting. Her pink shirt and grey skirt were so skin fit that someone could draw her curves over it. Pass me the blazer she said casually. I complied immediately. “Oooh, I forget to bring the shoe polish, can you arrange it fast?” she said. “Ma’am, I think there is a polish machine installed in the washroom” I replied.“Ok, get it done fast,” she. His fingers slid into her, I could hear how wet she was as he explored her lips and pinched her clit. They both moaned, he grabbed my hair and stroked a couple times too deep, I gagged. "Yeah, gag on on that cock, you like that?" I mumbled yes around his head. Then she pulled him away from me "That's enough, I want some"I sat back, watched them making out for a second, and scanned my eyes around the room. Husbands watching their wives, some of them helping. The girls on stage were going ass to.