His breath on her neck. His big hand gently tweaking hernipple, her beautiful dress, still tight to her waist and clinging tothe curves of her bottom....And most of all, his hand on and in her pussy.Her hot, wet, tight pussy. Fulfilling its purpose as an instrument ofpleasure. She credited it all to Hector. He treated her so well. She wasloved, cherished and desired.She needed to reward him. Billie extricated his hand from between herlegs and spun around. Her eyes blazed with sexual need as she. Sucking and licking them hard making them big and hard. Then she slid her hand down my body to my pussy. She ran her little old hand over my shaved pussy."MMMMM" she said "I like a bald pussy."Rita went down my body kissing it to my pussy. I quivered a little as she got to my pussy. I could feel my pussy getting wet. She slid around between my legs and began licking between my pussy lips. "Wow somebodies already wet. am I making you horny hun?"I just moaned with pleasure. She continued licking. "Cynthia felt she was being challenged and never one to back away from a challenge replied, "Perhaps. But I do know one thing; Santa doesn't visit the naughty kids."There was a brief flash of anger in the man's eyes, quickly covered by an amused and twisted grin. "Wrong Santa." He answered, and the plant manager realized she might be flirting with a mad man.Cynthia dared to blink and suddenly the leather clad Santa was back across the room again, "But I understand your mistake. No one remembers. . like girls.. who knows. See you later. Oh and don't tell Sarah before." With that I logged off and concluded that this went pretty well. I wasn't sure if Nora would show up, but she also showed some interest and didn't quit talking to me. If I was going to take a guess, I would say she was wet by now imagining the kinky prospects of the evening. I sent a short message to Sarah: "Cam time, today 16:50. Be there in time.". There was no need for convincing or pressuring anymore. Sarah knew she.