Becky looked into the eyes. The eyes told her everything. It was clear there was no physical pleasure behind the rough jabbing. It was all psychologic...al. It was the domination and humiliation that led to the hellcat’s joy. Maybe that explained the absence of any orders to enjoy. Clearly all the fake enthusiasm from Becky’s side had shown through and fed right into the domme’s delight. It was what got the vixen off. The resistance and final capitulation only spurred her domme to do even harder. “ 'ow you want Francine, m'sieur?” she asked Jake.“Bent over the table, I think,” Jake said immediately.“Oui,” Francine responded happily, moving to the dining table, bracing herself with her hands on the edge, bending from the waist and spreading her legs wide.Jake reached over and flipped her skirt up above her waist, saying, “Look at that, gentlemen. Isn't that the perfect ass?”There was a murmur of agreement as we all admired the aforesaid perfect ass, long, long legs, black stockings,. Her head and upper body was now thrashing about as she pressed her dripping pussy harder and harder against my face.Many minutes later, her excitement increasing, I must have hit the jackpot with one of my actions, and I’m sure it was the active fingers searching inside her. She suddenly shouted out, bucked her body, almost dislodging me, and quite literally squirted a generous helping of liquid from her pee hole into my face. I heard the hiss of it, as well as feeling the heat of it, and. „Yes of course ! Charlotte replied. Something about this young woman made Charlotte mad with envy. Her body and especially the curvature of her buttocks amplified by the tight pants to rekindle the flame of desire in her."Even the stockings? »Sophie outbid.Charlotte paused. In her head the mature woman imagined Sophie in dress lingerie, stockings included. Her belly was writhing with pleasure and her pussy craved relief."Ye, ye, yes," Charlotte stuttered, caught in her erotic thoughts "done so".