Her reply then threw me “You dirty old voyeurs are always trying to get me to get my tits out, my mum said I shouldn’t let anyone touch my tits or...my knickers”, Jean had turned the conversation into a game. I then typed a request for her to take her knickers off and as before she refused and I had to offer to buy her more chocolates. I didn’t know if she was wearing jeans or a skirt but eventually I discovered she was in a skirt as she pulled it up to remove her knickers. I thought I would go a. If it was anything like the “high teas” I’d read about in Enid Blyton books it would be too much to cope with so soon after lunch, especially as I needed to leave room for the five-course dinner that had been promised. Maria had insisted that I should join them again, and I was more than happy to do so.I also thought dinner required something more formal than shorts and shirt. I’d bought one long sleeveless dress that was simple but elegant, with a high neck but cut quite low at the back,. I reach down with both hands now, firmly grabbing each breast, nipples pinched between my thumb and finger, I use them as leverage penetrating her faster and harder. She grips the front edge of the table, bracing herself as I ravage her from behind. Her body is growing increasingly limp as she has given up all control or will, full submission to whatever I may do to her.Not wanting to stop with any level untouched, any option not explored, I pull out quickly as she sighs and lies breathing. She lifts up her hand and shows me her fingers. They are soaking wet and as she spreads her fingers strands of clear sticky cum hang between each one. She moves them towards me and says "does Santa want to taste Ella?" Without responding she puts her fingers up to my mouth and I start to suck and lick them clean. Ella's pussy tastes so good and I suck every bit of cum from Sam's fingers. After I'm done Sam puts her hand back down there and I lock onto Ella's other tit. As I'm sucking I can feel.