She heard one of them say, "I can't wait to get at that!" The comment disgusted her, but she continued her undulating, and sensual writhing around the room. She raised one leg slightly and propped it on the chair in a pretense of straightening her stocking, giving the men a better view of the cleavage of her buttocks where the thin panties were pulled tight.

The men were seated at different points in the room, so she walked slowly by all of them, letting them ogle her curves and reach out and fondle the smoothness of her exposed flesh.

"What a piece of ass," one said. "Just look at all those lovely curves!"

Reluctantly, she reached behind her and unfastened her brassiere. The soft, full mounds of her breasts fell free, bouncing slightly as she walked. The nipples were pointing pertly upward as they became erect when they felt the cool air hit them. The older, ugly man reached out and squeezed one breast harshly causing her to cry out in pain.

"Let her alone," the other two murmured. "Let her get completely undressed."

The man released his biting grip on her breast and she continued her sensual dance. All the men were breathing rapidly and she could see the rise of their penises as she walked from one to the other. Their hands were rubbing impatiently on their thighs, stimulating themselves even further.

She reached down and unhooked the stays of her garter belt, affording them a glorious view of the firmness of her thighs and the bulge of her hips where they rounded out into the fullness of her buttocks. Her stockings fell loosely around her ankles and she stepped out of them, letting them on the floor where they fell. In just another moment she stood before them completely nude and voluptuous. The men stared at her for several minutes, almost in awe of her beauty, but slowly began disrobing. Conrad did not move from his chair, but just sat back and watched the circus that was about to begin.