"That's the way!" I said.Claire's cunt was extremely wet as she again put her hand to it and continued her masturbation. She pushed a single finger in...to herself and slowly but with a deliberate rhythm fucked herself whilst rubbing her clit with her thumb. She started lifting and dropping her backside of the towel and with each lift pushed harder and further in with her finger. She seemed now oblivious to Rachelle and I as her masturbation got faster and faster and her groans became louder.. Even though she was perfectly decently dressed, I thought, there was a hint of too much leg on display and perhaps her eyes were a little too playful as they looked at me. The conversation was going nowhere and I was about to bring it to a halt when she got to the point. She told me that everywhere that she worked she liked to feel a part of the family and that she liked to feel that she belonged to the company and in particular as her boss... as ‘the boss’ she felt she sort of belonged to. 'Why not?' I tell myself. 'Hell, these are probably the two cleanest cunts that I' lick all night.'By this time we are all dead tired, so neither Henrietta nor I are able to get either Carol or Jolene to cum. But, we do get their snatches clean – inside and out. Eventually they get bored with our licking and tell us to get into the van. Finally they uncuff our wrists and tell us that we can clean each other with our tongues if we want. But, Henrietta says that she's too tired to play and just. She smiled took a stand at the bottom of her bed and said tonight she was his fantasy then; next time he would be hers was that fair? His silent nodding said “yes please!” noting she had said next time! She said she would stand stock still for him he was to do whatever he wanted; he could strip her, caress her, and explore her at his leisure they had a couple of hours so to fill his boots. His amazement under some control now, he began with the buttons of her blouse, shaking with excitement.