The side to side swaying morphed into opening and closing. As her concentration waned, she made a game of it with her hands on her knees, swapping sid...s each time her knees touched, pretending her legs passed straight through each other and out the other side.Every time her knees parted, I could see the whole front of her white panties and up to the pale skin of her stomach. A tiny crease formed in the cotton stretched over her pussy as it opened and closed with her movements. Stopping her game. I looked up again and saw Giulia still standing by the door, but now with a hand down the front of her pants while the other was playing with her breast under her jacket. I smiled. "Come closer," I said. "You'll get a better look from here."Hesitantly, she stepped forward, slowly walking to the side of the bed while Martina began kissing me, her fingers probing my pulsing pussy. I turned my head sideways towards her. "Make yourself comfortable," I said. She smiled nervously, but sat down on a. Sitting there waiting, already sporting a chubby, I heard her coming. I could hear her high heeled shoes clacking with every step she made down the hallway. Until in the doorway she stood. I was blown away. My jaw was dropped, and my cock was at attention. Her black hair was in pigtails, shouting the innocent school girl. Her breasts were open and held up by black lace up corset. Following the garters down to fishnet stockings with stiletto heels. And right there in the middle was a big. It was a take off on the booths she passed on her way through and where she had worked with her test tablets. Gillian knew that beyond the gleaming, smooth greeters counter where she could buy various toys, gather up a robe and towels or stock up on lubrications there was a dark, open locker room; a communal shower area and a large hall where most of the action took place. The feel of the location was purposefully designed to look seedy, almost like an alley or warehouse. Somewhere you met.