They were slopped over a chair outside one of the other open cubicles above the slumped candy dress.I lifted the stockings to be nose and sniffed the ...rotch. The scent of a woman was hardly there. Although it would have been too much to think that she wouldn't have - but that seemed to indicate to me at that point that she was wearing underwear underneath those stockings and she had not removed them yet.The final costume change proved to be the money shot...This time she reappeared in a rather. My hands trail down my body to my skirt and underneath the waistband where they start to play with myself but you can’t see, only watch as listen as I moan and you can hear how wet I am. You raise a hand, but I smile; again you grip the arm of the chair, pushed almost beyond reason to feel me. I take my hand out of my skirt and raise my fingers to my lips, licking the taste of myself off of them, sucking them deep into my mouth. I offer you a kiss then, and you thrust your tongue in deep,. "Call me if you need me, Wanda. I'll be available, but remember the time difference."I could hear someone talking to Wanda as she hung up, and wondered who might be there since she is pretty strict about people walking into her office when she's on the phone.I surprisingly didn't have to wait long for the answer to that. Wanda called my cell phone and said, "I don't know whether you heard the background, but that was Sam telling me that I might have to bail him out of jail after he finishes. Finally I was able to sink all the way in. I began thrusting my cock in and out of her ass, the lube squishing as we fucked. She was able to speed up her thrusts, so I obliged her by picking up the pace. She was good at fucking this way and she was enjoying it so much. Vanna had repositioned herself so that she was under us, giving Christine's pussy and clit a good tongue-licking. She was fingering herself as she ate Christine, her moans signaling that she was aroused as well. At one point I.