Yes

"Fine..." Liandra had the odd feeling she could trust the young perv, despite his weirdness she felt him harmless. She didn't feel nearly as confident about approaching the row of legs.

But she crawled closer, and felt their voices quieted as she came closer. +heir movements halting as she went past them. She wasn't undetected, but neither did they answer with **** as she walked past them.

She paused in front of a distinctively purple pair of leggings. The lace had little embroideries in white. All the details were more visible because some candle light slipped through the table cloth's fabric.

The princess found herself wondering about this girl. She had to be a rich, this kind of clothing was always imported, and always expensive. But this girl had calfs that were firm and shapely, legs of someone is used to walking great distances and share her burden of work.

She looked back to Rafaelus, and wished she hadn't. The lecher was curled in a position that could only hide his erection, and him cuddling his member. Trying to steel herself from the ridicule of the situation, Liandra didn't even notice her hand had brushed on the girl´s left leg.

She expected a violent reaction, but got none. She tried again, and noticed how stiff she was. She was in conversation. Was she just trying to pretend nothing was happening? Liandra wasn't naturally cruel, but temptation to tease this poor girl was overwhelming. She didn't try to resist much.

The fabric was divine, its tiny details lost in the poor illumination. She found her muscles tighten as she trailed the curves of her calf. Feeling more daring, her hands went up her leg. Now she was sitting just in front of her, and she slid them up her dress. The stocking didn't go as far, and she could feel the supple flesh beneath. Massaging her tights, the princess hiked the girl´s skirt further up. She lightly shook her legs, and after a moment the girl slid forward a bit on her chair, spreading her legs.

The invitation was clear to Liandra. In doing so, she gave easy access to the colorful attire that covered her womanhood. Liandra took off her bulky mask, and leaned forward to kiss the panty covered pussy. She could feel hands caressing her hair while she munched the sweet lips beneath. She didn't really know what she was doing. Her lips were just pressing and rubbing strongly against the woman´s sex, but she heard the occasional muffled moan, presumably from her.

Perhaps if she had time she could have mastered the technique, but the princess wasn't ready to accept the idea of staying the rest of the night under the table, pleasing strangers. She felt like she was going to miss the enticing perfume, so she removed the fabric in front of her and lapped with her tongue as deep as she could. She kissed again that beautiful pussy good bye, put her mask back on, than crawled back to Rafaelus, who was cleaning his hand on his ridiculous outfit. Liandra tried not to imagine what must have just happened.

"That was awesome!" Liandra felt odd, but knew she had been extremely amateurish. "The way she submitted to you, you are a natural!"

The princess knew she was just too nervous to react, and knew she left behind a very unsatisfied woman.

"Did she have an orgasm?"

How was she supposed to know. But what harm was there to feed his fantasies. She nodded her hair.

"Awesome! So tell me, what do you wish of me? I promised, anything I own"