Amanda was jealous

Stepping out into the room, Amanda slowly approached the pair. Claire met Amanda’s eyes as she glimpsed over John’s shoulder at the incoming woman. Claire stared at Amanda, flaunting her orgasms as she came hard multiple times on John’s dick. John gave a final thrust deep into her and released his orgasm into her. Still staring directly at Amanda, Claire shouted out a “YES” in enjoyment. She was flaunting her orgasms at Amanda. She was flaunting the fact that she was fucking the man Amanda was supposed to be entertaining. “Marcus,” Claire heaved breathlessly, “put it in my ass, baby.” Claire quickly released John’s cock, and flipped over on the couch, thrusting her tight behind at John. He started to move in to position himself, but Amanda cleared her throat, drawing attention to the fact that she had been witness to the recent activities.

“I thought ‘I’ was supposed to be your entertainment, Mr. Caesar?” John looked over his shoulder to see Amanda standing in a long black evening dress, sleeveless, with a zipper that started at her neck, travelled down the side of her chest, and then down the side of her body to just below her hips. The dress was absolutely form-fitting, and John could make out some of the lines from garments underneath. Since she had no sleeves, Amanda had chosen long, black, silk gloves. She looked like a glamourous movie star from days gone by; only she was right in this room. Just like that, John lost attention in Claire’s ass, and sat back down on the couch, his dick starting to deflate. Amanda saw and said. “Well, I’ll just have to draw THAT attention as well.” Claire, disappointed about being stood up, sat next to John and said, “Marcus, why don’t I help you prepare for Amanda?” John nodded.