He makes the decision for her

She glances back at where her parents are still deep in conversation, her worries that they might be wondering why she is speaking to this older man so much clearly misplaced. She turns her attention back to him, the man she now knows is called Anthony, and realises his eyes are piercing into her as he waits on her to decide.

“What had we started?” she asks him, trying to act relaxed, wanting to hear him say what he had in mind for her. He leans closer to her, his hand still on her waist, but in a way that for anyone looking would just be two people talking and trying to be heard over the general noise of the room.

“Oh, I was hoping we’d started getting you all hot and excited and begging to be fucked.” She can’t stop a loud exclamation of surprise leave her lips as his words are whispered into her ear.

“Erm, well, I… “ she finds herself spluttering, trying to form a complete sentence, but instead she gives up and just looks at him, realising he had been succeeding, that she had indeed been a little flustered as he had been leading her away from the house and there was no denying that there was a feeling of warmth and wetness in the tiny thong she had on under this elegant dress.

“Why don’t we discuss this somewhere more private?” he suggests to her, his hand once more sliding to the small of her back, encouraging her to walk slowly towards the large doors taking them out of the main hall into the connecting corridor, a few people coming and going as they walk, no one really paying them much attention much to her relief.

His guiding hand soon turns her towards one of the doors leading off the corridor, and she realises he has lead her to…