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.

innuendos that were being tossed back and forth as she focused on

Greene added, "So, you two will be servers

"Okay," I nodded.

from the guests," she continued, "you're both off limits until after the auction." "Okay," I agreed, curious to know what kind of auction

to

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 to be okay,

I guess that will be all

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

what happens in my house, stays in my house. It also mentions what I just said about bottom patting. It's very thorough,

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one too and Governor Greene announced, leaning in and kissing me briefly, "Ten minutes." Ashley was too busy looking

she was gone, I joined Ashley and we finished selecting our

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

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 our

like

of my favourite books, "Well, at least there'll be two of us this time, and nobody screaming, 'off with

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 celebrities, and, as she'd promised,

of women, well seven actually, which is a more than a couple, gave 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 women of means could be. Their familiarities also had

that there were events on a make-shift stage where the guests could gamble as part of

take for her to come as she tried to hold off as long as possible (the female version

fisted to orgasm (guests again betting