Sophia has become entranced with lust

You turn around to find Sophia with her short skirt up around her waist as her fingers work the length of her wet slit.

“Sophia, what are you doing?!?”

Sophia drops her skirt and looks over toward you before moving in your direction.

“Come on now, help me with Miss… Oh God Sophia… what the hell are you doing.”

Sophia is on her knees below you, unzipping your pants with one hand while she rubs your growing erection with the other.

“Sophia, come on now… you shouldn’t… shit!”

The little French Secret Service member has your pants and boxers down, and is licking around the shaft of your cock. She seems very enthusiastic about trying to give you head as she gives your entire length a nice wet tongue bath before taking the head of your throbbing member deep into her throat.

“Jesus Christ, Sophia, this is not the time for this!” You scream over the sounds of lustful moan and grunts and occasional hee-haws projecting from the surround sound speakers bolted at the corners of the rooms.

You try pushing Sophia’s head back off your cock, but her strength seems supernatural as she easily forces her head further along your shaft sucking more of your meat down her throat. Suddenly, you feel small hands on your shoulders and you look back to see that Miss Drew is now conscious and standing behind you.

“Miss Drew… you're awake. Look, I can explain… I mean… I can’t really explain why Sophia is on her knees, sucking my cock but…” Before you can finish Sophia is back on her feet and the two girls stand in front of you.

“Thank God! Let’s get the hell out…” This time the two girls push you backward and into the chair. “…hey, what the hell!”

In seconds the two tiny statured girls have you strapped in the chair with only one thing going on in their comatose brains.