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"Actually, Rochelle," you interject with a big of mischievousness. "I had a chance to look at your text to Greg. True we're not ready when you wanted, but we still have a fair amount of time left."

"True, what are you getting at, Suzy?" Rochelle asks, confused.

"I think Greg owes you something," you reply, giving Greg a playful look before turning back to Rochelle. "Have you cum today, Ms. Easton?" You were gambling on what you believe their relationship to be, but you were pretty sure it was a safe bet.

It only took a second for Rochelle to catch your meaning, her face lighting up in a naughty grin.

"I have not!" She put on a tone of mock indignation. She turns to Greg, her hands taking handfuls of her dress. "You owe me for making me come down here in a huff, Greg." She starts pulling her dress up.

Greg's eyes light, his cock hardening before your eyes as he walks over briskly. "You're both right, ladies. I am obligated to compensate Ms. Easton for her time." He kneels down, helping Rochelle slide her dress up and over her waist. A lacy pair of blue panties covered her sex, but Greg soon had these in hand, sliding them down.

You quickly found a nice spot on the bed where you could easily keep the two in view, untying your bathrobe, but otherwise remaining still. A moan from Rochelle indicated Greg was getting started. You turn your head a bit to see Greg kissing the other woman's pussy.

"Mmm, if this is the kind of employee care I can expect in the future, Suzy, the coming years are going to be fun." Her hands are now in Greg's hair, who was starting to lick and push his tongue inside her.

What did she mean by that? You weren't going to stop this for idle curiosity. Something to keep in mind later.

"Should he go faster, Rochelle?" You ask teasingly.

"Yes he fucking should. Really get in there!" Her last word was cut off by a sharp gasp, Greg clearly reaching a sensitive area. The two clearly were no strangers to doing this. Soon Greg had Rochelle moaning constantly, her hands gripped onto his hair.

"Think you might need a bit more?" You ask her with a wicked grin.

"Oh fuck yes," Rochelle agrees eagerly with you.