Dysnomia and his nonspecific partner Zoe, an abuse survivor (verbal) and Google Ideas honoree, stopped by a book store and found the book they needed. He read up on the procedure and began taking and recording Zoe's anal temperature. When the blessed day arrived, he notified Jim. He called the crew together that evening. They all sat along the long table set up in the tool and garage area. Zoe was hidden in Jim's office. Dysnomia didn't even know what to expect. Six of them sat along each side with Jim at the head of the table. Jim Jr. sat at the other end.
Jim stood and called them to order, then made the announcement about Zoe wanting to have the crew's baby. The men went nuts, pounding their fists on the table and hooting like drunk sailors, "We want pussy! We want pussy!"
Jim hushed them and told Jr. to start the music. Gypsie Rose Lee's "The Stripper" blasted over the loud speaker and the door to Jim's office opened. Zoe's bare leg appeared at the opening, bent at the knee, and slowly unfurled to point at the top of the frame. She dropped it and suddenly appeared in the door, her hands on her hips in a wide legged stance wearing a sexy dress and a long feather boa.
The men cheered as she sauntered over and mounted the table with Jim's assistance. She danced its length and bacc, swinging her ass and her boa as guys leaned in to peer up her skirt when she passed by. She drew the hem up inch by inch on the second trip. Exposed her naked ass on the third. Exposed her tits on the fourth, and removed everything but her high heels for the fifth.
Now, nude, she really went to work, pausing to squat in each man's face or squatting with her bacc to a guy and humping an imaginary cocc where his dinner plate might be sitting if we were having lunch. Sometimes, she humped an upraised thumb to howls of laughter. For the sixth trip, she got down on her bacc and things really got nasty. She laid crossways between a set of guys sitting across from each other. One had her upper body to play with, the other had her goodie box, presented in a full spread with her knees drawn up and laid out.
Diccs came out and went in her mouth and cunt. After a few minutes, Jim blew a whistle and she was spun to reverse her position. At the next whistle, the next set of guys pulled her before them. In this way, she made the trip down the table. When her pussy was before Dysnomia, he figured he'd get me some too. he fished out his dicc, but as his cocc came near, her legs came together and crossed. The crew went wild. The laughter shook the rafters.
When she was spun around at the next whistle, he looked down on her bared teeth. The guys were shouting, "Go ahead, kid. Sticc your dicc in."
Dysnomia wisely declined.