Nor did I care. Everything started getting fuzzy now. I had been so wiped out from the weekend and now I was getting way too drunk. I should have had ...something to eat. Oh, well, fuck ’em. Jasmine came back and she and Livy said something and then they got me to my feet. This wasn’t easy because everything felt like it was fuzzy and in slow motion. They dragged me into the back and I could just make out George in the darkness and my alcohol fog. I tried to say hello, but my mouth wasn’t working. ‘Honey, I’m really tired.’ She clambered into bed beside him and closed her eyes. She actually seemed to snuggle close. Cromwell stared at her incredulously. ‘Shana, it’s –‘ he glanced at the bedside clock — ‘it’s 3 a.m.! Where have you been?’ ‘mm not sure,’ she mumbled, without opening her eyes. ‘Thin’ I wzz ‘ducted. These two men. . . put me ‘n van.’ ‘WHAT!’ He sprang up in bed. ‘What? I mean, how? Who? Did they hurt you? Are you all right? Shana?’ His wife was breathing regularly, fast. I loved the thought of her struggling to maintain her modesty all night when dancing or getting in or out of the cab. Any failures would undoubtedly lead to our guests being treated to a spectacular sexy flash of her white panties. I was certain even if she avoided the embarrassment of exposing herself to our guests they would certainly sooner or later discover she was wearing a very small panties when she was caught in the right light or bent over too far causing her dress to be crushed. She grabs my hand pulling me to the floor and places it on her breast. She has a handful that are firm and round with a nice little, hard nipple.I squeeze and rub her breast, pinching that little, hard nipple occasionally as she moans into my mouth. Her hands are all over me, groping and rubbing me roughly, while I begin to wonder what my surprise is. The Victoria really surprises me as she shoves her hand down the back of my pants and starts rubbing my ass. She squeezes my ass cheeks for a few.