I glanced behind to make sure she wasn't being followed but her companions seemed totally unaware. As I moved into the foyer I caught a glimpse of her...turning into the cloak room. I walked quickly in behind, followed her to a far dark corner where she turned to me, hips thrust forward, lips open, breasts quivering as her chest heaved. Our eyes locked as my hand moved behind her head, pulling her forward for the first touch from her moist full lips. Our lips parted, tongues flicked together,. She wore very thin black leather driving gloves and a pair of black patent leather stilettos. She had brushed her hair straight back, and applied wax to it to keep it in place, even when she became hot from the excitement and exertion of the treatments she administered. The two of them had been sharing long, lingering french kisses, enjoying the smooth sensations of each others bodies and feeling the building anticipation of the session to come when their subject stirred. The sly smile was. When it seemed to be taking too long, she turned up the remote vibrator a little bit and watched eagerly as her form began to squirm a little until finally she seemed to awaken. She watched as Blaire realized her positioning, clothing, and bondage had changed since she fell asleep and enjoyed, beyond reason, watching this cross her face.Knowing that her prisoner was awake, she took a little more time to get changed as well. Part of her wanted to ease the girl into things, but she had long. " Pam would push and push and push struggling to get the tip of her nose close to Willie's thick patch of pubic hair at the base of his cock. She got pretty good at it and after a while Willie just leaned his head back, lit up a cigar and began enjoying the moment as Pam's bobbing head hypnotized him into another level of euphoria. By now it's Saturday afternoon and Pam was in "the zone". She was slurping her way up and down Willie's member while planting loving kisses on the underside of his.