Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Bedding The Babysitter: Ep70

Governor Greene smiled as she asked her, "Meeting me, serving at a gala fundraiser tonight or trying on shoes?" Ashley, blushing bright red, admitted, "All three, ma'am."

"Your girlfriend is adorably cute, Jenny," the Governor chuckled.

"I couldn't agree more," I smiled, winking at a befuddled, star-struck Ashley.

"You two are both so cute," the Governor smiled. After a pause she asked, "Can't you choose just one pair, Ashley?"

"It's like trying to pick only one flavour of ice cream," Ashley said.

"Mmmm," she purred, "I do enjoy a variety of flavours."

I knew her message was naughty, but Ashley didn't catch on.

I added, enjoying a variety of flavours myself, "Spice is the variety of life."

"That it is," Governor Greene nodded, before offering, "each of you can keep three."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Ashley burbled, as if she had won the lottery.

"That's very generous," I said.

"I can be very, very generous," she smiled back, giving me a sly wink.

still oblivious to the naughty innuendos that were being tossed

you two will be servers for the

"Okay," I nodded.

continued, "you're both off limits until after the auction." "Okay," I agreed, curious to know

to

up to you what to allow. There's a fine line between sexual harassment and sexual freedom, but we do draw one here: no means no, no matter who they think they are. But bottom patting and even cheek pinching top and bottom are assumed

I guess

of paper. "I hate to have you sign this, as I trust you completely. But my legal affairs manager insists on all people here signing it." "What

what happens in my house, stays in my house. It also mentions what I just said about bottom

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announced, leaning in and kissing me briefly, "Ten

Ashley and we finished selecting our

on a pair of black four-inch open-toed heels, and also selected a five-inch pair of black heels and a four-inch pair of gold

in black, red and lastly purple, a colour I couldn't fathom anyone ever wearing except to a formal wine tasting. With both of us wearing

like Alice about to

least there'll be two of us this time, and nobody screaming,

bore you with the details of the next couple of hours. We served food and drinks to over a hundred impeccably-dressed women, including some I had seen before at Le Château Club, many high-end women, a few

me business cards, a dozen either squeezed my ass, pinched my cheeks or caressed an arm or leg. I was given lots of compliments and couldn't believe how crude

that there were events on a make-shift stage where

her to come as

(guests again betting on how long to