Mentally Melody paged through her notebook, which was now securely in her handbag. She had written up details of names as they had been called for dinner, and most importantly, mentioned the gorgeous gowns worn by wives mid girl friends. Yes she had covered this occasion as well, as her dear friend would have done. Palpitations now fluttered in her chest as the stranger's lips ran seductively over her shoulder. That is the idea of the masks.
Reporters expect to be well known.
His voice was soft and low as he brazenly challenged her. Shudders continued to assault her spine as another burst of applause rang out. Vaguely she heard a zipper being opened and when he removed his hand from her pleasure centre, she felt like crying out with a dreadfully bitter disappointment. Worldly wise she was not, yet she knew he had removed his hardness as his knees bent behind her. She could feel his rigidness prodding against her naked thigh as he swung the dress opening wider and pulled her closer. .