She didn’t hesitate this time, but she gave me a big smile, “You know I will.” as she turned to leave, then, “Don’t you go chatting up any strange girls.” She grinned. The next hour seemed to last forever, gay I’m not sure I was at my best, but the punters didn’t seem to notice. Mind I was still getting a distraction. Laura was being plied with drinks by Romero, she’d found herself a seat, just to the left of my booth, where she sat on the other side of a table. I expect it was too anal many Malibu’s she’d had, but after a while, I could clearly muscle see the white of her panties under the table. I saw her wave several times when I looked her way, but I couldn’t be sure whether she was flashing at me on purpose. I don’t suppose so though, I thought. Eventually, at last, I played the last record, as soon as I had it going, I left the booth, went over to Laura and held out my hands. “Would you care to have this dance with me, Laura?” All stud very formal. She looked around, and giggled, “What here? In front of everyone!” “Several points there babe, one; it’s dark, two; they’re all half pissed, three; you won’t be the only one dancing with a girl, just take a look around, and four; who gives a shit anyway!” This time, she laughed, and the next thing, she was in my arms. I danced her into the darkest corner, there I slowed. I nuzzled her neck with my lips, her head went back. I cupped her ass cheek with one hand, then reached to her breast with the other, I heard her sigh. I could feel her nipple, through the material of her top, it was getting harder. I whispered in her ear, “You can touch mine you know.” A hand came up my side, stopped next to my breast for a few moments, then almost jumped to take a hold. I whispered to her again, “Just squeeze and rub it gently, my love.” She did, and I can tell you, it felt good. My hand at her ass, edged her skirt up, I felt the hem, and I reached under to caress a cheek through her panties. After a bit, thumb found the elastic at her pantywaist, I hooked and eased them down a little, now my blowjob hand slid inside, and I had her bare cheek in my hand. It felt fantastic under my gliding fingers. Laura was now kissing my neck, as one hand continued to caress my breast. I felt encouraged, things were definitely looking good. I moved my hand, leaving her ass, but still inside her panties. Round her hip, then to her lower stomach. I eased down, my fingers found the patch of hair on her mound, I could tell there was not a lot there, it felt well trimmed. I tickled my fingers around. I lowered my hand and formed a cup over her pussy. She lifted her face and kissed me. I pressed my hand to her pussy, my middle finger pushing between her lips. The intruder was silent, transfixed on what was evolving before his eyes, gay he had forgotten he was here to steal, he was now horny, his hand feeling his hidden cock over his pants, his cock was wanting to escape. “Clearly,” Dave laughed, seeing as he was surrounded by four of the most blowjob successful cabinet members alive. “I need you, need to feel you, need all of you.” She felt someone grab her by her hair and lift her head. “You’re fucking right I am,” Grunt grinned, “you don’t do what we do for the money, the women or stud the men; you do it because you like the way people look at you when you walk down the street. She felt them inside her as she moved around, it was a strangely full and pleasurable feeling. Ronnie lifted her head and looked at Josh, “Come Babe… Take a lick of this awesome pussy….. He swirled around inside of my depths. By this time, she was already out of sight. She lay head hanging moaning with unfulfilled frustration. “Bad doggie,” I teased. I begin to go through the ‘read-only’ emails, reading and deleting them. Johnathon suddenly stopped as; a steady beeping grew stronger. Flustered. We have to move.” Jennifer sucked some of it out, swallowed it and smiled. The other girls were dancing their asses off and Ramon was shakin' like a Mexican jumpin' bean. He placed the mirror back in its anal place and retrieved another tube of lotion. I could tell she was envious of what I was doing. “I didn’t fucking steal it.” I looked at the books and found myself wondering how long I could keep making payroll with the way the cash was coming. Holding one of Deb's arms against her side, Jeff wrapped the strap around her biceps and buckled it in place. I was a bit taken back by that, as it was I who should've been thanking her, but it dawned on me that she was trying to teach me something here. I tried to watch her face the best I could, but the feeling she was muscle providing was making my knees buckle - I had to lean back a little against the wall as my breathing became rough and fast. I decline his approach and make it seem as though I’m upset with him about an issue we have.