His upset was easing. ‘That’s the worst part,’ she continued, whispering, staring at her hand where it rested on Luke’s chest, ‘that he make... you ask for it. He makes it your choice, makes it so what you fear most and what you need most are the same thing. And he makes you feel angry…angry and weak.’ She looked up then, smiling slightly, and finished it: ‘At the same time, though, it makes you feel strong, or at least stronger—to know there’s something inside you that’s stronger than fear,. "I was just telling him about working for you Jane."For the next 20 or so minutes these two women talk about the old dayswhen Beryl worked for Jane, they sit either side of me, both with theirclosest arm around me, Beryl occasionally kissing me and Janeemphasising points by touching my arm or my leg.It was very difficult not to get an erection under these circumstances.I put my handbag on my lap to hide it and pick up Jane's camera to lookat the pictures, I'll have to ask her to send me. Don’t stop.” I quickly introduced them, and he pulled a chair around to my other side, also pressing up against my now spread thighs. His hand went straight up and found other fingers already playing. He didn’t seem surprised, nor did he move his hand. He joined in, their fingers sliding around each other as together they rubbed my pussy, stroking and pinching my clit. I slid down in the chair, so fucking turned on I couldn’t join the strangely funny conversation the two were sharing. It was as. I decided Linda now needed some attention so I slid up behind her and pressed myself against her. I could feel my prick bulging in my jeans, and straining against the back of her ass. I reached around to her front, and slowly undid the top four buttons of her white dress, and pulled it down over her shoulders. She had beautiful tits. They were very small, almost flat - but the nipples were enormous, almost half an inch long. I had never seen a set of breasts like these, and imagined how.