I felt like the total slut in it. She smiled, but kept her robe halfway on, hiding her lower body. "Why don't you take off your robe?" I inquired. "...ll in good time, love. All in good time," she promised. She sauntered over to me. Leaning in really close, she whispered, "You look good enough to eat." She slid her hand down my belly to my crotch. Rubbing her finger along the slit in my teddy, she spread my wetness all over my crotch. Sliding her tongue in my mouth, we kissed passionately. My. Why I asked? She then went on to explain that a new chap had starting in the office in her team and she had noticed he was paying a lot of attention to her feet. She was certain he was into feet as she had been a bit naughty and teased him with dangling her heels which everytime she did it he would look. She said it was quite exciting having that much control. Her telling me this was driving me wild and I needed to know more. Apparently his name was Dean and he was 41 years old, my girlfriend. I had packed it shortly before leaving to pick them up and decided it would be best to wait until after I picked them up to smoke a little weed. Kristine continues, “You know, I haven’t had any of this since I was in college myself. My husband still smokes every once and a while. He doesn't think I know but remember this, Pete - women know everything.” With that she started cracking up laughing. She continued rummaging around the console and found a lighter. “You mind?” “Uh, no, of course. .." Buffy gasped suddenly. "I... I'm so... so... close. I... oh god. Don't stop, please don't stop," she rambled. Faith removed her mouth from Buffy's clit and stared deep into Buffy's pleading eyes."That's it, baby. Just let it go. Cum for me, B. Let yourself go," Faith coaxed as she quickened her strokes. Buffy groaned loudly, feeling Faith's fingers filling her up. She felt so out of control, her hips rising up to meet each of Faith's thrusts. Faith had to make her cum. Had to have control..