Then she was no longer in the chair she’d been resting in when the twins had arrived – she was lying in the sun. A soft blanket was spread beneath... her to keep dirt off her skin. The odd buzz of a thought dampener told her she was in the Grotto – hopefully on the adult side of it.“Surprise,” Murielle grinned. “We thought this would be more romantic,” Miranda quipped.“You’re also more accessible when you’re flat on the ground,” Murielle added, still grinning.“And we really like you being. ‘Know anything about unjustified dismissal and other employment stuff, especially where to find loopholes?’ ‘Y-e-s. I once specialised in contract law. But why do you ask?’ ‘I need you to help a gutsy journo from getting bowled out the door. Can you meet me outside The Bugle in fifteen minutes?’ ‘Well, no. I’m sorry, but I have a client waiting outside my office right now and two more appointments after that. I could fit you and your distressed person here at, say, 6:00.’ ‘Look Reggie. We don’t. Within minutes, she was lost in the sensations his touch brought, her ass pressing into the bed, chest arching into the air, hands gripping the sheets so tightly that her knuckles lost their color. Through all this he continued, greedily drinking in the sight of her as he stroked and caressed, his eyes brimming with sadistic lust. As she neared her breaking she began to cry out, quietly at first, shutting her eyes tightly. "Look at me." She heard him growl through the fog of pleasure. He. Fine”“Mrs. Jenson said I should give you the full treatment, and that you wanted to know enough to teach your husband at a later date,” he continued, now staring into Anita’s cunt. Her pussy lips were gaping open, and her inner labia and clitoris were prominently displayed through the trim red fur covering them. “The first thing you need to do is make sure that the entire area is well lubricated.” Gently he reached up and pulled her hands down to her pussy. He moved them in a mild motion around.