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Claire left the two men for a few minutes while she went to the bathroom. When she returned both men stopped talking and looked at her. It was obvious that they had been talking about her. Jerome smiled at her and then apologised. “I’m sorry,” he told her. “I didn’t realize that you two were not dating. I thought that you were an item.” She laughed. “I’m married,” she told him. “This was just a lunch engagement.” Jerome laughed. “I think Karl was hoping that you would be on the menu!” They all laughed. Claire looked at Jerome. She was warming to him. He had a gentlemanly charm about him as well as a good sense of humour. But she was in no doubt that he would have her out of her knickers in a flash given half a chance. It made her decide that it was time to leave and go home. “Well, I had better be heading back home,” she said to Karl. She could see the disappointment in both men’s eyes. “Please don’t leave on my account,” Jerome said. “N… no, everything is fine,” she told him. “I have to get back. Neil’s away for the night so I need to get home.” Claire realised immediately that she shouldn’t have told them that Neil was away. “Then there’s no rush then?” Jerome said. “I… I” “It’s okay Claire,” Karl cut in. “I’ll take you back.” Claire was pleased with his intervention. Jerome seemed a nice alsancak escort enough guy but she wouldn’t trust him on his own. He walked across to where she was standing and took her hand. “Please accept my apologies,” he told her as he lifted her hand to his lips for the second time. “I hope I haven’t driven you away.” Claire smiled as he kissed it. Jerome had charm; that was for sure. “It’s okay,” she told him. “I do have things to do. We have a stock take coming up soon and I have some preparation work to do.” She had lied. Though there was a stock take soon she had already done most of the preparation work. No, Claire knew that she had to get out. These men were dangerous. Not that they would do her any harm. They were nice men; but they were sexual predators and a danger to women like herself. They would have her naked and in bed faster than she could say ‘lingerie’ given half a chance. Claire had no intention of giving them that half chance. “Maybe I should give you a few minutes to show Karl how that lingerie he bought looks on you?” Jerome told her with a beaming smile. She was shocked. Karl had obviously told him. She felt nervous once again. And yet, there was exciting about having two men sexually interested in her. She could feel that dampness in her knickers alsancak escort bayan again. Karl sat still a few feet away saying nothing but Jerome was standing very close by. “You don’t know the power you have, do you Claire?” Jerome told her. “Nuclear power is nothing when compared with pussy power.” She had to smile. She was the one who felt afraid but she was actually the most powerful person there. Suddenly Jerome’s hand alighted on her shoulder. She hesitated for a moment and it was all that he needed. His lips pressed against hers and suddenly she felt his hand at the back of her neck and eager fingers seeking out the zipper. His lips were warm and soft. She hesitated again and suddenly his fingers began to tug her zipper down. She should have stopped him. She should have pushed him away but she just felt paralysed. Her arms wouldn’t move; they felt heavy and stiff. Her legs also seemed glued to the spot. It was only when the material of her dress brushed against them as it fell to the floor that she noticed the feeling in them had returned. In the corner of her eye she saw Karl moving towards her and then Jerome stepped back. The men were looking at her now; eyes wide open and filled with lust and bulges in the front of their slacks. She knew that there was escort alsancak turning back now. There was no escape. Jerome reached for her first. His fingers alighted on the mauve lace at the top of the Basque cups that encased her breasts. “You look very beautiful Claire,” he said quietly. She went to turn away but his hand rested on her shoulder again and his lips met hers. His hands stayed on her shoulders but there was another hand reaching between her thighs and its fingers were pushing against her sex. They ran down the length of the furrow between her pussy lips, pressing the material of her panties into her. Inexplicably, she suddenly found her own hand groping the huge bulge in Jerome’s slacks. He groaned so loudly that it sounded almost like a roar. The next thing she knew, she had been swept up in his arms and he was carrying her out of the room. She clung tightly to him as he carried her up the stairs. Karl was following. His glare was wild and his erection pressed against the restraining material of his slacks. Suddenly she began to panic. Silently but controlled, she began to panic inside. She was going to get fucked. The two men were going to fuck her. Jerome was carrying her up to the bedroom and in a few moments she was going to be laid on the bed and fucked by them both. Claire had never done anything like this in her life before. She had been made love to before. Men had carried her up to bed in the past; laid her down and stripped her. They had been boyfriends though, as well as her husband. The men taking her to bed now were, more or less, strangers and they weren’t going to make love to her.
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