I looked up and laid my eyes on what had to be the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen."Excuse me, sorry." she said softly with a smile then she starte...d filling out a slip herself and paid me no more mind.I tried not to stare but I couldn't help it. She was short, possibly 5 feet tall and she was wearing 6 inch heels. Her skin was a smooth mocha complexion. She had big beautiful brown eyes and soft full lips. Her face was a bit of a oval shape and that made her lips seem even fuller. Her hair. That’s why it’s boring, he thought. When she tells me about her experiences I get to find out what’s in her head, and it’s a great place to be. I get all the extra details and the fantasies that come to her while she’s being fucked. That’s what’s missing. All I’m getting now is the flesh. I’ve had enough of this. I can explain to Diane why I’m leaving and I don’t care a damn about what he thinks. Barry reached up and undid the ball gag. He saw Diane’s eyes widen. He stood up and pulled her. My moans echoed against the walls of the bathroom. My eyes closed as I continued to let her fingers work me. Like a cheap wanton whore, I did not care how loud I was being or if anyone walked in. All I wanted was to give myself over to a full and pleasurable release. I felt my pussy clench down on her fingers as she curled them and thrust them in and out of me, going harder and deeper with every thrust. She moved down slowly to her knees behind me, her fingers staying buried inside me the whole. It had a huge holly wreath on the radiator and a notice below it reading, 'Happy Christmas Damsels'. The girls watched it in awe as it approached."Oh crikey!" whispered Becca. "Oh crikey, crikey, crikey!"The van arrived simultaneously with Paul and Rita. Roger Brain hopped out of the cab and joined them."Happy Christmas, Damsels," they said together.Becca ran to them and flung her arms round Rita. "Oh, Rita, my love, thank you, thank you, thank you." She kissed her fiercely then released her.