My thoughts were interrupted by Lady T. Ever the attentive hostess, she appeared unobtrusively at my elbow to say, “Now that Casey has set an example, it’s about time we found some entertainment for you.” As she spoke, her hands began to loosen my tie, remove my jacket, unbutton my shirt and on until I was as naked as were - I now saw - most of the others in the room. Jordan had appeared on silent feet to take each garment from his employer before folding them carefully and carrying them off, not to be required until much later. Lady T bent sedately to take my cock between scarlet-painted lips. She sucked several times, then drew back her head to examine the result of her efforts before repeating the process. It was done with such careful precision I became an almost unwitting admirer of my own burgeoning erection. The fact that it had been brought about by a woman old enough to have been my mother no doubt contributed, too. Satisfied, she stood, took my hand and led me to where two women were taking advantage of the floor cushions. One was a full-breasted blonde I now recognised as a weather girl; I had seen her face many times on my television screen but her cunt was of course new to my eyes. With a cushion for comfort, she was on her back, knees drawn up and spread wide. Kneeling between them was a much older woman with steel grey hair. Her fingers held her partner’s cunt lips apart to allow her tongue tip to flick at the exposed clitoris. The blonde’s hands were on her own breasts, working the pink nipples. Lady T indicated the raised bottom of the older woman. “Now,” she said, “I think you could slide in there very easily. And you won’t be disappointed.”

She was right. As soon as I positioned my cock for penetration, the kneeling woman widened her legs slightly and reached behind her to guide me into her. I presume she had been engaged with the blonde for some time for she was in a state of high arousal. I moved easily between the wet folds and began to fuck. She lifted her head to look back and see who was providing the service, then reapplied herself to the blonde. She began finger fucking to accompany the tongue titillation. I was moving steadily inside her when her efforts were rewarded: the television girl suddenly took her hands from her breasts, clutched the back of the head still active between her thighs and bucked up and back, up and back as the orgasm took its toll. This wasn’t the end.

“Can we switch?” The request came from the older woman who was still the beneficiary of my cock. I understood what was intended and withdrew but didn’t move away. The two changed places, grey hair now on her back, blonde preparing to perform on her.

But first she gave me an electric