“I’m sorry darling,” the male said, smiling for the first time, “You’re going to have to take it all off.” “Or make us do it for you,”...to woman echoed appearing entertained, approaching me again. I unclasped my bra and slipped out of it, letting my breasts fall forward. The female reached me just as I let it drop. Her thumbs hooked the sides of my thong and she kneeled in front of me, sliding them down my legs. I stepped out of the soaked panties and she inspected them critically. “Please. He held it there for a while letting my butt muscles relax. He eased his cock further up my ass, and then he gently and slowly started to fuck me up my ass.Ahhhh fuck me deeper John.” I moaned out loudly as his cock felt good sliding in and out of my still warm butt as I could still feel the warming oil on it. John did as I asked; I felt him ease all of his cock up into my ass. He started to fuck me with deep slow strokes. I started to back my butt up against him on his forward strokes. Soon. I thought gleefully. She stood in front of me. She was beautiful, with sumptuous, long, luxurious red hair, only slightly mussed and cascading over her shoulders. Her blouse had vanished and she had removed her bra. Her breasts were simply stunning - perfect round full orbs, with nipples that were almost...artistic. She was still wearing her skirt. She reached behind her and slowly unzipped it, then slowly tugged it over her hips. From there it fell to the floor. She stepped out of the skirt. "Mr Pendrill!" she cried, tugging the skirt back up onto her waist through the effort of sheer will. "This isn't being clever! I outrank you! This'll ruin your CV!"Howard pulled the skirt back down, his eyes sparkling with mischief. The waistband was soon on her hips. It was a game, a tug of war, with him trying to haul her skirt down and her trying to lift it back up, and she succeeded for a while because the skirt was still buttoned and like that, it was too tight to slide across her thighs;.