His hand moved down her hip, then over and around to her bottom. Rolling slowly over her soft tush, his hand pressed gently then stopped at the bottom curve of her ass cheek. "Oh my goodness!" She whispered and caught her breath. Gripping her ass cheek delicately, he pulled her slowly against his body. She looked up to find him leering down at her. Blushing, and with her tummy churning, groin tightening, and eyes blinking rapidly, she let herself be drawn in.

The elderly black man tugged her firmly, dragging her fully against himself. He was a tall man, over six feet, she thought. At just five feet tall and with her arms up as they were, her breasts mashed against his stomach, her tummy against his groin. She could feel his swollen member and gasped, her eyes blinking even wider with surprise. The man put his other hand on her other bottom, clamping her tightly with both his hands.

"Show me your house," the man demanded quietly, "give me a tour."

Missy looked up at him and cowered, she was attracted to him for sure, but didn't think he should be grabbing her as he was, and he was a professional, what would she even say to him. She didn't know what to do, maybe it would be best to do his bidding, and she especially didn't want to anger him or her husband. Bill had told her to entertain this man.

But, where was the other man, the man from that afternoon. She knew him, (well; she knew his cock). But why wasn't he here? It seemed all the guests had arrived but he wasn't among them.