After chatting and agreeing to take things further I told her next time we met she had to wear a denim mini skirt with black hold ups and the same und...rwear. She told me she hated her legs and didn't suit skirts, I told her to do as she was told and wear what I said this was to be part of my domination of her dressing how I liked not as she wanted. We arranged another meet in a pub for the weekend but that she must be dressed as I said. I didn't hear from her again but went to the pub anyway. On the Friday morning they left, I lay in bed thinking about what they might be doing, then I remembered what we did on such occasions, and I suddenly found myself creating little scenarios which always led to them fucking, and the whole thing began to make me incredibly horny, I started wishing to be a fly on their assumed hotel room wall. I suddenly wanted to be a voyeur, and I started to masturbate to the idea of my husband and his co-worker fucking in that hotel.I was amazed at the ferocity. "Turn," she nearly whispered.Obediently, Laura turned her back and let Sholandra unfasten her bra. Now it was Sholandra's turn, and she gave Laura's breasts the same treatment, making love to them until Laura too was shaking and mewling helplessly, craving release, craving more, wanting everything.They looked at each other, their eyes swimming with uncontrollable lust for each other. Slowly, they both slid their panties down their legs. Then, as if reading one another's mind, they slid their. He poked his tongue hard into her pussyhole now, finding her clit and feeling it harden. He strummed it lewdly with his tongue and her legs tightened around him like a vise as her body shook all over with excitement and desire.This was a dream come true for the young girl and she knew that it was only the beginning. She had often dreamed about her father eating her pussy and now he was doing just that. But, best of all, was the knowledge that very soon now he would be fucking her and she.