Show mercy

"Yes, she deserves relief ," you say, watching the two petite girls hugging. Despite being drained twice in the afternoon, your aching cock starts to twitch with arousal. "Why don't you take care of her, Amanda, ease her pain."

Meghan looks at you, her lips parted, her breathing heavy. Her face is against Amanda's cheek as they hug. The sight of them together is very arousing, especially Amanda's disarray.

"Can you take her cuffs off?" Amanda asks, looking over her shoulder.

"Not yet. Help her to the couch." Amanda needs a bit of help, but between the two of you you get Meghan on the couch.

"Oh your poor pussy," Amanda sighs, gently removing the clamp from Meghan's clit. Meghan gives a shuddering moan as the pressure is released, squirming into the couch cushions. She bites her lip, staring at you.

"I didn't come Sir," she whispers hoarsely, pride in her voice. Amanda looks at you, a question in her eyes.

"Comfort your friend Amanda," you say encouragingly. Looking back at you, and then into Meghan's eyes Amanda gently spreads your secretary's thighs. Her face, still looking into Meghan's, leans towards her pussy. Meghan nods, encouraging her, her lips parted, her breathing deep. Amanda takes a first lick at Meghan's lips and is rewarded by a shudder, and hips rocking presenting more of your tiny secretary's cunt to her. Amanda looks back at you.

"She said you had a dildo. Can I use it on her?"