They help you unbutton your pants.

"Shut up, Ashley. I'm being serious here..." Sue said over her shoulder.

The girl beside her, "Ashley," shrugged. "So was I" she said, acting playfully rejected.

"Kim, help me out for a second here," Sue said to the girl on the other side of me as she fumbled for my pant's button. Kim reached over and took ahold of my hard-on through my jeans, now slightly damp on the tip from precum leakage, gently pulling it away from the button, allowing Susan better access. "Thanks."

Sue was still having trouble, only having managed to get her fingers inside my pant's waist, but unable to get any slack to unbutton the button with. Kim helpfully put her other hand on my chest, pushing me upright to make it easier for Sue, who finally managed to get the brass button out from its hole.

"Got it," she said, matter-of-factly, pulling the zipper down as well. She tugged at the waist, unable to pull it down any, until Ashley got up and used her athletic frame to help pull me up slightly off my seat, until Sue could pull the waist down enough to give me some breathing room. My dick, now only clad in completely wet baby-blue boxing short material, sprung free. The shape of it was only the tiniest bit concealed by the thin fabric, not so much creating a tent, but more of a straight sleeve. The tip of the head threatened to pop through the fly of the boxers, a mere inch's difference would send it flying through.

Sitting me down again, Sue got up and moved to a more comfortable position, on my left, where no part of the chair could get in the way. She crouched and began to massage my dick again, this time through only my underwear. She stared at it with a look of overwhelming concern, perhaps concern undue in someone who knew me so little. In this moment of silence I could here Tiffany telling Mrs. Olivia over the phone about the situation.

Mrs. Kunt returned to my side, standing above Sue. "Thanks for your help, Susan."

"No problem Mrs. K."