Ask Meghan if she's going to thank you

The three of you drink your drinks as you chat about nothing. Elena keeps biting and licking her lips, as well as mildly flirting. You can see her nipples through her shirt and they've got to be fat ones.

"So, Meghan, when are you going to thank me for giving you a ride?" you say to her, a grin on your lips.

Her breath catches and she looks up at you with sad eyes. "What did you have in mind?"

Elena smiles at your question. Her eyes invite you.

"I thought maybe you and Elena would take each others clothes off to start," you say with a wink at the Latina.

"Oooooh, John!" Meghan whines.

"That's sounds like a sexy idea, sir," Elena says, returning your wink.

"Do it, Meghan, or I might just hold you down while your roommate rips your clothes off. Or just leave and fire you, since you obviously don't want to work for me anymore."

Your secretary looks daggers at you, but stands up. She starts to take her dress off, but you say, "No, let Elena do it."

Her roommate stands up and says, "It won't be bad, chica. Just go with the flow." She runs her hands down from Meghan's shoulders to her hips and then leans down and pulls up the hem of her dress. Elena's ass looks great pointed at you. Meghan lifts her arms as the latina gets the dress up to her waist. She pulls over her head to reveal Meghan in her red bra and no panties. Elena runs a hand up Meghan's belly and cups her breasts. When she pinches Meghan's nipple, your secretary gasps. Then the roommate goes behind her. She unsnaps her bra and drops it to the floor. Meghan stands before you naked, looking defeated.

"Now, it's Elena's turn. Take off her shirt," you command. She looks at you, her lip quivering.

Her roommate comes around and faces her, arms up. "Go ahead, I like being naked." Meghan takes her shirt hem and pulls it over her head. The latina's boobs bounce from being released. Elena shakes them at you. Her nipples are almost as big as the tip of your thumb. Meghan is frowning.

"Now the booty shorts."

Your secretary kneels down in front of her roomie, grabbing her shorts and pulling them down. Elena steps out and stands with her hands on her hips, swaying back and forth. Meghan stands facing you, tears on her cheeks. The contrast is lovely; one dark, one light; one curvy, one petite; one confident, one shy; one wanton, one innocent.