Charley…” he murmurs, “just like that… “Thank you,” I whisper in his ear. Back in my room I spend my time choosing my outfits for the rest of the day. Our tongues dance together in our mouths and I let out little moans of want, encouraging him. Thrusting harder, I can tell he’s close to cumming, his movements more urgent and his fingers digging into my flesh. I know the male mind.”
“You’re not mad I did, are you?”
“Don’t be silly,” I playfully slap his chest “that would be very hypocritical.”
“Hypocritical?” he asks, puzzled “how so?”
“Because I did the same over the sight of you in that tuxedo, silly.” I look up at him “I was so wet I’m surprised you couldn’t smell it!”
“Maybe that’s why I got so horny.” He smirks, squeezing me a little. Briefly going our separate ways, I set out the dress, gloves, shoes and jewellery before making a quick trip to the institute’s bar to get some champagne and fruit juice to make us some punch, just to help us get back into the memory of that night.
