We both stumbled a bit, although it allowed us the excuse to hold onto each other and I enjoyed the feeling of her sexy body beneath the thin material... of her dress. We reached my door and I located my key, turned the lock and invited her in, kicking the door closed behind us. She wrapped her arms around my neck and we kissed passionately, I could taste the wine in her mouth as out tongues slid over the others and our lips created a vacuum over that bustle of activity. Her breath was hot and. When my orgasm came, I screamed out loud. My body gave out, and I writhed helplessly on the floor as it consumed me. When it finally subsided, I just lay there at Tracy's feet, my hand still pushed down the front of my panties, which were now quite wet from my orgasm. I was so ashamed."Come here," Tracy pulled on my leash. I looked up.Tracy was pulling me to my knees again. She sat on the sofa with her jeans and panties bunched down to her ankles. Apparently, my little performance had some. Again, I ran my finger over Ling’s cunt. She too was wet and was keen for me to continue touching and playing with her. I told both girls that I was happy with their attire and they could carry on.Both let their dresses fall and Carol set about showing Ling how the docket system worked and getting a signon for the PC. I was pleased to see that Ling wasn’t wearing a bra and the rings on her nipples were very much on display – no wonder the processing guys had been so keen to be introduced to. That was wrong; there should be a collection of various condiments at each table. They couldn't be objecting due to maneuvers; it has to be because they haven't thought of it yet. Hell, even the Navy's small wooden-hulled minesweepers have condiments on their tables, and they come pretty close to rolling completely around in any kind of heavy seas. They just put everything in a kind of small basket and clamp the basket to the table.I started thinking of things that should be on the tables, and.