That was all I needed to know.

We sat in the living room for a moment, getting acquainted. I sat next to him on the sofa. His leg pressed my thigh.

Beverly made drinks. Sanford got scotch-and-water, but all I got was some ginger ale over ice.

When the glasses were empty, Beverly asked me to go to the room and wait.

This was not her bedroom, but the other room, the guest room. It was small but comfortable, with a big single bed.

There was no window in the room, so I turned on the lamp on the night table. I sat on the bed, which had fresh sheets and blankets.

Outside the room, I guess the payment changed hands. Beverly came in the room first with Sanford trailing her.

Beverly shut the door. Since this was my first time out, she would be present during the session to offer guidance and reassurance.

Mainly, though, she was a voyeur, and loved to watch one of her little girls get fucked, whether by man, woman, or both.

There was an armchair at the foot of the bed and she sat down in it, showing a lot of thigh when she crossed her legs.

Sanford must have known her ways, 'cause he wasn't at all bothered by her being there. Maybe he got off on being watched. I kind of did.

Beverly told us to ignore her and just have our fun.

Sanford came to me. I stood up and he hugged me. He was hot under the collar and his pink face was red now and sweating.

She pressed me against him and kissed me. His lips were blubbery and he was a sloppy kisser with a hot wet mouth.

He rubbed down my back and down the curve of my ass. He put both hands on my ass, one on each cheek, and squeezed them through the dress.

He was hot and stiff between the legs. He stopped kissing me. He unzipped my dress. His hands shook as he took it off me.

I raised my arms over my head and he pulled the dress off. I was in my bra and panties and red high-heeled shoes.