"You get some rest while you can," she managed. "I think we will both need all our strength tonight!" She climbed onto the bed and put her arms around...Katrina. They lay down. Neither woman slept.The "fun" started about two hours later. The door opened and the single unshaded light globe that hung from the ceiling flickered into life. Ma Butcher entered carrying a stout wooden kitchen-chair, which she set down by the side of the bed. She stood behind the chair."You got a visitor, Barbie," she. Shifting, she felt her soreness—a reminder of what they’d done. It only stoked the fire that burned between her legs. She wanted—needed—more. Tonight couldn’t come soon enough for her. ‘Impressions of what? The psychiatrist felt dizzy with uncertainty. Impressions of fucking in the bathroom? The living room? The floor? Their bed? ‘Yes, you know,’ Erika said sweetly. ‘The campaign. We’ve burst into life again after this O’Leary woman’s lies were exposed. But that means everything is hurtling. I could hear Shelby furiously sucking on my shaft now. I knew I was almost there but didn't want it to end so soon. I tried to think about anything else.But nothing seemed to help. I moaned loudly as I felt my load enter Shelby's mouth. Just like the night before she swallowed it and sucked me dry after. We both got out of bed and continued our normal morning routines but constantly flirted the whole time. Once we were dressed we went to the kitchen. I was dressed for work and Shelby was in her. After a few minutes, I get up and tell you to position yourself on the bed. I straddle you with my back facing you making sure to bend over slowly so I can accentuate the curves on my slender body. I take you in slowly, taking in a little bit at a time. Once I've gotten used to you, I stretch forward to caress your legs as I start to grind and wind. I work up a good rhythm and sit up. I grab my hair off my back so you can see every muscle flex, so you can see my ass jiggle as I ride your dick.