”“Not pretty? Mrs. Blaylock. You are gorgeous! What a body you have! Slender and firm with perfect tits and - this ass!” I gave her bottom a sma...ck. “When I saw you bent over just now poking out that bootie, I almost came in my pants!”I grinned to myself. This dirty talk thing was fun. I hoped I was doing it right because, Lord knows, I didn’t have much practice.A range of emotions seemed to flash across Mrs. Blaylock’s face. At first, I thought she was disgusted, then furious, then it seemed. “Stop wasting your time,” she said, lifting her hips up from the cushions. I moved the slippery head to her clit and rubbed it back and forth. “I’m not wasting my time. It’s five minutes after I put it in. You agreed. It’s not in.” “You know what I meant,” she argued. “It doesn’t matter what you meant. That’s what you said. It’s a business arrangement. A contract.” I pushed down harder and rubbed my cock against her clit faster. She trembled and gasped. “F-fine. You won’t be able to resist. I could feel his thighs bushing against mine. We all kept silence, until I felt Matt’s hand beginning to caress my thigh, inching his way further and further up and across on to my shaven mound…Victor suddenly announced he needed to use the bathroom.Matt then pulled me close into him and squeezed my boobs. I reached down to grip his hard dick and started to jerk him.The bastard fingered me and I had a wild orgasm over his fingers.He hissed he wanted to fuck me again and I replied I also wanted. I thought I was controlling things pretty well until Marge sat down with me on a Friday night and said we needed to talk. "You've been kind of distant lately. Is something wrong?" "No. Everything's fine." "Since the night of our party you've been walking around like a zombie. Did something happen at the party? Did one of those women come on to you?" I laughed and told her no one had come on to me."I saw you dance with Gloria. She was looking at you like you were a fancy meal and she hadn't.