his lank body slack, long legs parted, he closed his eyes and waited.
Immediately, Mandy slid down to her knees, scuttled under the table and started attacking the lucky guy’s pants. Through half-lidded eyes, he looked down on her, as her hands rose up to hold him by the hip. He reached out to touch her bare shoulder; lightly fingered the delicate shoulder strap of the little black dress she wore. He couldn’t help smiling as he waited tensely, looking down on the girl who knelt before him.
Dan watched her reach for the front of Mike’s pants, leaning forward. He knew she was presenting him with a seductive view down the front of her dress: those unfettered t**s moved liquidly. He watched her fingers as she worked, deftly undoing the belt, opening the button, drawing down the zipper. With
