More fun with Melissa

“That’s a very nice brassiere, Melissa,” I nodded approvingly. “Very lacey and sheer.”

“Oh,” she grinned apologetically. Reaching back, the young woman unclasped her strapless bra and dropped it to the floor.

“Now this is much better,” I said, reaching forward and cupping a milky white melon in each hand, thumbing her large brown nipples.

“Ooh, yes,” Melissa licked her lips, her eyes half-closed with lust.

“I think it’s time to show me if you’re wearing any panties,” I grinned, tweaking her nipples sharply and eliciting a loud moan. The young woman unzipped her short mini-skirt excitedly and pushed it over her hips to pool about her feet. Between the black elastic of her fishnet stockings, she wore a lacy black thong stretched over a thick mat of golden-brown pubic hair.

“Well?” she grinned.

“Very nice,” I said and leaned close, whispering in her ear and fingering her tube top, “But someone made a very nasty mess in the bathroom. I think you should clean it with this rag here,” I jerked on the hem of her top, “And this one as well.” I toed her mini-skirt.

“Now?” her smile fell.

“Now,” I ordered her, pulling on a nipple and pinching hard. Wincing, Melissa bent over and picked up her mini-skirt. I then watched her stride out of the great room, pulling her top over head and muttering under her breath.

“Now,” I repeated, looking upon the stunned faces of the other three girls, “What shall I do with you?”