Watching Jen ben over Dusty, I feel a hardness in my pants. Watching Jen's tongue roll over Dusty's welt. Dusty pulls up her t-shirt and shows Jen her breast. "Suck it" as she holds out her nipple. Ken stirs in the chair as he watches them. His hand glances off his thickening cock
Dusty smiles and blushes a bit, looking down at Jen's thighs to make sure they are clean and hoping Jen doesn't notice. She sighs softly and hugs Jen tightly again.
Dusty shivers and presses into Jen's fingers as they are trailed down over her stomach. She gasps as Jen touches lower and blushes brightly "Yes Mistress.. I did"
Dusty trembles against Jen, sucking on her tongue a bit more firmly as Jen quickens her pace. Her walls clench around Jen's finger more and more as she grows very close.