JESSICA<br/><br/>One of the men rose and walked up to me. Fearful I stared straight ahead, trying to control my breathing, but it was no use, my bosom rose and fell enticingly<em>someone designed this dress to do exactly that</em>and in my nervous state I couldn't control small shudders of fear so that my chest shook a little. From the periphery of my vision I could see the front of his robe tenting out. A lot. I quickly glanced down.<em>Wow. Big.</em>I felt reassured that I could do that to a man just by walking into a room.<br/><br/><em>Then again, this ain't exactly business attire dearie.</em><br/><br/>The man stopped in front of me. I glanced at him. His eyes met mine. He was ruggedly built and extremely good looking in a muscular way. His eyes though... gorgeous, clear and piercing.<br/><br/>He lifted a hand and I made a good guess where it was going. Two small parts of me always attracted male hands. His fingernail flicked painfully across both nipples and I grit my teeth at the tiny sting. My body burned at his touch. I wondered quite what the scene was here but my bondage inclined me to think I should only respond for now.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Beautiful, just beautiful, Jessica."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>I said nothing, wondering if I should respond. I held his gaze and gave a small nod.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I'm James Madsen, we never met but maybe you have heard of me."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><em>Madsen? Madsen? As in Madsen Brokerage? Is that him?</em>I said nothing but nodded again. A response in my condition wasn't really needed.<br/><br/>He walked behind me and I faced front, aware that others were staring. A hand touched in the small of my back then slid slowly down over my rear and under my skirt to cup me. It was gentle and warm. I was half expecting a slap but instead two fingers slid lower down my warm cleft and investigated<em>under</em>.<br/><br/><strong>"Mmm."</strong>I couldn't help make a small sound as the digits reached under to the lowest bulge of my sex. My body tingled more as I felt them sluice through the stickiness there. Now he knew. Now he knew I was turned on. The fingers withdrew and the cupping hand guided me forwards to the chair he had just vacated. He turned and sat and pulled me down onto his lap. I could tell at once that he'd opened his robe because a hard band of heat went between my legs. He had his knees together so I had to part mine and descending the silly little skirt covered nothing. I felt his member press against my silk-covered crotch and I pressed down fully onto him, giving him my weight. In front, if anyone cared to look, my skirt had ridden up even more and my parted knees showed the crotch of my panties, the see-through material no doubt allowing a hint of the folds beneath. I wiggled again on James' lap, squashing his flesh and getting more comfortable. My embarrassment still hadn't abated and the hot flush still covered me. I bit my lower lip a little and looked at the buxom girl sat opposite on the other man's lap. I smiled at her and nodded a silent greeting though I wasn't sure I should.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Comfortable Jessica?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>"Yes. Thank you, yes."</strong>There it was, my first verbal acceptance of my position. In a way it was relaxing to go with the flow and let others make the decisions. It had never happened to me before; a new sensation.