’ ‘It’s not gross, you prude, it’s a necessity. Maybe I’ll return that silk shirt and get you one of those for Christmas instead. You look l...ke you need to loosen up a little. Something’s got you more stressed out than usual.’ ‘No, I love that shirt. And I’m not stressed out. Please, I’m begging you. Do not get me a vibrator. Help me out here, Aves.’ ‘Sorry Cass, I’m gonna have to go with Jill on this one. I love mine. Both of them. Sometimes at the same time.’ ‘That’s what I’m talking about!’. She slowly approached him, carefully swaying her perfect ass to the music. She turned giving him a nice view of her white satin panties peeking out from under her short negligee as she danced slowly. Turning again she leaned forward placing her beautiful cleavage in front of his face. Stepping in, she straddled the chair lowering herself onto Mark’s eager lap. Grinding to the music, she felt a rush as her wet pussy rubbed against his cock which she could feel throbbing behind his soft dress. She felt his cock go past her lips, and her organ gripped his manhood tightly as his the ridge on his head moved up into her pussy and bottomed out inside her. She let out a gasping moan, and he started thrusting his member again and again into her innermost regions. He ran his hands roughly, lustfully over her exposed thighs, from her ankles to her loins and back again. He grabbed her ass and stroked her lower back. He reached up and touched her naked breasts, and she felt his cock pulse. Come along Cinderella, you shall go to the Ball tonight." Marion laughed."I don't know about Cinderella, I feel more like Lamb to the slaughter."Sylvie was determined to bring Marion into the twenty first century and in the face of that determination Marion had no defence. In the beauty parlour she was quickly stripped out of her dress revealing her utility bra and panties and her tights."How does your husband manage to undress you with those things on?" Sylvie gestured to the tights as she.