Underneath her pants, which came off next, were matching red lace panties and taut, powerful thighs.Olivia, for her part, pulled her dress off over he...r head and spontaneously decided to just go all the way naked. Her panties were soaked through and the bra would just get in the way, she reasoned. She dropped her bra to the floor and tossed the panties to the crowd, which hooted appreciatively.When The Blonde signaled for them to start, Olivia was surprised by how quickly Harriet was on her. Her. I ran my thumb up my pants pocket to feel the piece of paper with their phone number on it and walked to my door. I felt weird walking away from that talk. It was rare that I communicated with someone as self-assured as her. But I liked it, though at the same time felt a little queasy, felt like she could see right through me. See that though she was motivated by money, I was stimulated by the next worse thing. — I stayed up the entire night in thought. Thinking over and over again the. I didn’t care.“Anything else, slut?” she teased, letting her hands slide down my quivering tummy until they rested on my mound, finger tips mere millimeters away from my cunt.“I want to cum for you.”“For us, Shannon.”“Us?” I breathed, eyes going wide with apprehension.“Say it, baby.”“You and Greg?”“Yes,” she replied, her voice so low that it barely registered.I let out a low moan, my imagination running wild, visions of the two of them circling me like predators, wielding crops, striking out. She held him tautly there with her legs, and pierced his eyes with her unflinching gaze. Locked together like this, his searing heat and throbbing pulse transferred to her like the merciless beatings of a percussionist, his felt-covered timpani mallet beating the stretched, taught skin of the drum, sending shock waves reverberating unhindered through her body. They traveled through her womanhood, involuntarily clenching her already-tight abs, and played her rib cage like a xylophone before.