.. I'll even dress dress slutty "conservative" to prove my devotion!I knew enough, knowing lovely looking Lea for long. Her hot open mind I can read a... a book by now.I invited Lea for the 'rogue interrogation' she so clearly longed for, getting the job or not.I advised her to dress European style, a 'pétit noire' in simple stylish design of Coco Chanel.I was curious what more she will wear, when she will cross my door step. She still needs no bra!INTERLUDE - intimate intimidating interrogating. And then she groaned as Cylvia lowered her head and sucked her vagina, licking her clitoris with her tongue until it was hard and throbbing. Velvet lips once more were covering her sensitive pussy lips and the hair-fringed edges of her vaginal split until Lonnie's breath was matching Cylvia's in intensity and excitement. Her body squirmed ecstatically as teeth, lips, tongue worked their magic scorchings across her loins."Oh God... oh God, you're driving me mad I can't take this... no, no.... She reached between her legs and inserted the tip end of my hot steel rod into her moist pussy. She was a tight fit and I could feel the walls of her pussy pulsating as they gripped my shaft. Our pelvis bones crashed into each other as I pummeled her hot little dancer body, her small tits bouncing back and forth.Pam grabbed my head and thrust her wicked tongue down my throat. As she did, I could feel my buttocks tighten. I wasn’t going to be able to hold anything back. I shot my load deep. I have another outfit for you to try” added Connie, as she held up a totally shear teddy for my daughter. My daughter blushed as she reached for it, turned and went back into the curtained area. When my daughter opened the curtain, my wife was seated on Connie’s knee and still wearing just the tap-pants. They both smiled up at my daughter who was embarrassed at first, with her girly parts totally visible beneath the shear material. My daughter’s modesty quickly faded as both my wife and Connie.