He actually has a command for both of them

The waitress stands facing him as he reaches his hand back out and over her bare leg, running fingers up and inside her thigh. Felicity watches as she sees his fingers disappear under the black skirt, pushing it gently upwards enough that his hand is soon clearly between her thighs. It’s clear that he is about to do with this waitress much like what he had done to Felicity when she had first removed her thong for him. And a loud moan soon makes it obvious that his fingers have reached their target.

“Oh, she is as wet as you were Flis” he informs her, “come and feel for yourself.” He holds his free hand out and Felicity finds herself stepping forward until she is close enough for that hand to caress over her thighs and quickly up between her wet thighs. This time the moan that fills the room is Felicity’s as his fingers run over her wetness.

The two stand side by side, letting him caress and tease their pussy’s until his hands withdraw, and both girls let out little moans of disappointment. He sits back again in the sofa, letting his eyes wander from one to the other, as if contemplating what he wants next.

“Why don’t you find out for yourself how wet you both are?” he suggests. The two girls turn slowly towards each other, looking nervous at one another, making Felicity guess that the waitress is, much like herself, not so well versed when it comes to touching other girls. The two share a look, knowing they both want to do it, to please this man who is encouraging them to do something neither has never done before.

It’s Felicity who makes the first move, her hand reaching out her hand until it brushes over the waitress’ skirt. She’s just deciding how to proceed when he leans forward again and with both hands grabs the hem of the skirt and pulls it up. “There you go, that will make it easier” he laughs as Felicity looks down at what has been revealed. Unlike hers, the waitress’ pussy isn’t smoothly shaved, instead there is a little patch of dark hair present, and Felicity cannot help but smile as she recalls her previous thought about the girl’s natural colour!

Skirt out of the way, Felicity moves her hand again, running it over the warm soft skin of the waitress’ hip, letting fingers trail around until they ease through the soft hair, and down until she finds herself touching the other girl’s wet pussy lips.

“Oh fuck” the waitress groans, and as Felicity lets her fingers run over her lips, the waitress reaches her hand out as well, quickly bringing it up under Felicity’s dress and directly against her pussy, and this time it’s Felicity who lets out a soft moan.

As the two look at one another they let their soft fingers roam between the others thighs, gently stroking and feeling as the attention causes more wetness to flow from them. Without even noticing, both bring their free hands up and onto the others waist, holding each other.

“That’s it girls, show me how you like to touch yourselves” they hear him whisper from the sofa, reminding them they are doing this for him. And they are only too eager to obey, fingers running across wet lips until they part and it seems in unison both girls slide a digit into each other.