Then realising the futility of her defensive actions she lowered her arms by her sides and hung her head in embarrassment.“I think I need to leave�..., she said to no-one in particular.She started to walk across the room to the door.“Miss Emma, a moment please”, said Mr X.“Do I understand you are acquainted with Marcus? Dear me, what an unfortunate happenstance. But surely if you know each other, if you stay you will merely be extending your acquaintance into somewhat newer areas, surely that is. Her figure was backlit from thelights in the Living room beyond. Her long hair was down. She looked sobeautiful. It was now late evening and Maris was partially concealed bythe shadows but I could see her left hand and her finger said 'comehere'.Without thinking I slipped to the floor onto my knees. I shimmy acrossthe floor as she giggled softly. Now I was at her feet and I looked upto Maris. She smiled down and spread her legs wider. Her heels touchedthe doorframe. I had stated in my note that. Tom had always been a bit of a flirt and tonight was no exception. He had an easy going charm about him and people always seemed to flock to him. Even our waitress had already fallen under his spell, shamelessly flirting with him. As the evening went on, and the drinks flowed, I watched Tom turn his attentions to my sweet BBW. He teased her like a naughty school boy and she in turn, blushed and giggled. With every giggle I watched her flesh wiggle, her breasts bobbing on top of her ocean of. But I couldn’t mss out on humiliating the girl“Who should beat your pussy, Lena?” I asked the trembling girl….“You, Sir, pleeeaaseee” I guess she was calculating that there was a chance that I was less skillful or more empathic than her “lover” who she obviously knew well, but she was to be dissapointed once again.“Hold them high, and nicely apart, slut!” (I cant help, I love verbal abuse…), and as she did, I landed a perfect blow on her pink privates, which sent her howling onto the ground,.