They followed me to the living room and I waved a hand, indicating that they should sit on the settee. It was gratifying, seeing the involuntary intake of breath and a slight wince as Sally’s naked pussy made contact with the coldness of the leather. I wasn’t certain until that point, whether she had panties on or not. Try as I might, the angle to see up her skirt had never been quite right.Pizza was ordered and I dug out a couple of bottles of Shiraz to go with the meal. I hit the remote for the player and music wafted from the multi-speaker system in the ceiling.We settled and got comfortable, chatting about whatever came to mind. I wanted the ambient mood to be relaxed and the wine helped to create just the atmosphere I knew would be conducive to getting the girls to perform.“So, what did you buy at Erotica?” I thought to get the ball rolling and as an entrée, it served as anything else would.Sally started to unpack her bag, giggling as she put a rabbit to one side and a tube of. "Annie reached through the bars with a faint smile, and pet Sammy's cheek. She then stood up, and as she walked to her bedroom added, "You're also not getting out until that dish is empty." The sound of the bedroom door opening and closing signalled to Sammy that the conversation was over.Sammy picked up Annie's socks, and smoothed them out of the wads they had curled into. She brought them up to smell them, inhaling Annie's scent. She decided to try to dry the sweat out, and pulled them onto her hands and spread her fingers wide, and waved them around. This quickly degenerated into Sammy making little puppet gestures with them.Sammy laid down and stretched, spreading her legs as wide as her cell permitted. Her right hand slowly drifted down her body, until she felt the cloth sliding over her lips. She brought her other hand up to her face, spreading that sock over her nose and mouth, filling her head with Annie's sweaty smell. As her muscles tightened, Sammy knew that she was getting.
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