“Please, Oh God, please, no more” Felicity pleads, but she’s not even sure that the words make their way out inbetween the moans and cries that she is also emitting right now. There’s a soft laughter from beside her, and she glances towards it to see Mrs Hendry Smiling, clearly enjoying watching the girl she had brought her for her own pleasure proving she was a perfect choice.
The tongue though between her thighs continues, working from her clit and then back inside her, teasing, tasting, seeking out the very nerve endings that are now on fire in Felicity’s body. Felicity’s head is shaking as she begs, her vision blurred as her eyes open and close every time she feels yet another jolt of the ongoing orgasm that has taken over her.
There’s a sudden fleeting thought in her frazzled mind that maybe she will pass out and they will leave her hear for someone else to find later. But then in the corner of her vision she sees him again, still just standing, watching from behind Nicole’s knelt body, and she feels safe again knowing he is there.
And then suddenly it stops. The tongue withdraws from inside her, the arms around her holding her relax, and the head that had been squeezed between her thighs begins to slide free. Felicity feels a strange sense of relief and yet regret that it is all over. Her body slumps onto the bed, the sound of her breathing loud within the room.
She’s hardly able to focus though, the room a blur around her. She sees movement from the side of the bed, the black of Nicole’s uniform standing, but there is something more happening. It takes Felicity a moment of blinking to refocus her sight, and as she does she realises why Nicole had stopped – not her own choice, but his, because he is right now holding Nicole from behind, lifting her to her feet, his arms around her, his mouth to her ear whispering something as the cloakroom attendant finds herself standing upright at last after so long on her knees.
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