She tries, but whoever it is doesn't quite understand

As Felicity stares, Mrs Hendry tries again to get the attention of the person buried beneath her dress. But it’s clear whoever is beneath it is having too good a time, and as the older woman struggles, it seems that it simply drives the other person to intensify their activities.

“Oh shit” Mrs Hendry’s body shudders even as she looks straight at Felicity, and her hands that moments before had been attempting to push the head away from her centre suddenly tries instead to push it downwards. “Don’t stop, oh fuck, don’t you dare stop now” she squeals out, her eyes closing tightly shut as her mouth falls open. Her words become a jumble of moans and encouragement. Her body shakes wildly, her large breasts bouncing in the dress whilst her hips seem to lift from the bed under her.

Felicity can only watch on, unable to draw her eyes off this perverse scene unfolding ahead of her. A woman who only last week had been at her home drinking coffee with her mum whilst they discussed business was now spread out on a bed and getting eaten out by someone clearly not her husband.

Finally, the person beneath her dress decides that they have made her cum enough, and the movements cease. For a moment the room is still and silent, but the silence is broken by the rustle of her dress as the person starts to disentangle themselves from underneath. Moments later, the last of the dress is lifted up enough to let them free themselves, and as they do, they look around, startled as for the first time they realise that they have been witnessed in the act.