There was one more clothe change, and I pulled out the big guns so to speak. I got the black fishnet stockings, with red lingerie, and a very short r...ed dress. Redid my makeup, with bright red lippy, and blonde wig and red heels. If this wasn’t advertising what I was after nothing was. This time Lynda was wearing a skin tight dress and fishnets too, oh how I hope those are stockings I thought to myself. Well I need not have worried, as she very quickly hitched her dress up to reveal. Ik oefende wat druk uit op de basis en Inge kreunde zachtjes. De dildo sloot perfect aan tussen haar benen, en de druk die ik veroorzaakte raakte net haar gevoelige plekjes waarschijnlijk. Het was in elk geval net of ik haar echt pijpte, want ik hoorde haar zachte gekreun en onbewust stootte ze in mijn mond heen en weer.Ik wurmde me uit de stoel waarin ik nog zat en knielde voor haar neer terwijl ik bleef likken aan zuigen aan haar pik. Haar handen gleden door mijn haar, haar nagels groeven in. "Just like sisters!" she exclaims. I am somewhat nervous about bus ride to factory, but no-one pays us attention, although I feel men looking at us with desire. It makes me feel pride.Ana is proud of us for making "good effort" today, and gets to work on us, doing more assisting and advice, letting us do most of face painting. Tanya is not there, and we never see her again.(In future, I ask about her and am told, "we took her to live with a farm family" where "she will be very happy".)Mr.. 'Her lips are still soft and she knew how make it sensual too.' After that thirty seconds, her lips parted from mine. "Fuck, I missed that. Is it weird that when I see her fucking you, my attraction to you springs back up?" "Maybe," I moaned, closing my eyes again and leaning my head back again. "Fuck, she is almost there." I vibrated as much as humanly possible. "Here you go, Miranda," I moaned, as I clenched my fists and leaned up slightly. She moved her tongue out of my snatch, but failed to.