When they were decorously ushered into the room, they found her poring over a pile of official looking documents, steel-rimmed pince-nez perched upon ...er ample nose. Perkins uttered a polite cough, and she looked up from her papers. The smile of welcome on her face changed to one of tender and appreciative wonder when she saw them together. Two pretty young girls, hand in hand, virginally fresh, and identically dressed from their tiny sandals to their simple dresses and even to the leather. She notices you standing more still as the noise catches your ear. She stands still and holds her breath so she can surprise you. Still in your statue-like pose, she slides one hand so tenderly along the underside of your raised thigh. Careful not to touch anything too personal, her hand caresses you as far forward as her arm can reach before retracing her motions to come back to the bend of your ass and leg. Her other hand wraps around you to feel your chest. The scent of her tells you,. Now he was in control again. Chris ran the head of his cock over her lips making her thrust to try and get him to enter that after the fourth attempt he thrust it fully in as he grabbed her legs and opened them wild going as deep as he could. He loved to hold her legs like that and slowly pump into her and watching them work together, like a perfectly oiled machine. Charlotte could feel the pressure building up with each thrust as her muscles slowly tightened around his cock. She knew he could. "Does my little slut want more?" he asked. "Oh my god. Please more!" He pulled back a little more on her hips again. She backed up a bit more, keeping her chest against the cold glass. The cold felt so good against her that she didn't want to let it go. He pressed against her again and she could feel him push into her slightly as his tongue found her tender swollen clit. It was too much and she slightly pulled away. He seemed to understand and quickly started messaging left and right with his.