The classic 70s line-up: Jill, Kelly & Sabrina

Jill entered first, her golden hair moving with a life of its own as she glided across the floor as gracefully as if she were pacing a catwalk. She had chosen a short white tennis-style dress today and as she found her seat and crossed her tanned legs, its hem rode up to reveal the soft curves of her thighs and ass. Charlie heard Bosley give an audible sigh and he watched Jill smile a secretive smile of pleasure. She was affirmed as desirable and all was well with the world.

Charlie was pleased that his microphone was switched off. He wasn’t so sure that she would appreciate his lecherous grunts as he battled with both his engorged penis and the zoom function on his remote camera. How he longed to feel those pouty lips on his manhood and how he longed to shoot great ropes of sticky white cum into those lustrous curls.

As Charlie slowly brought himself under control, Kelly entered the room. Tall brunette Kelly was almost the anti-Jill. With her sophisticated good looks and serious expression, she was the one that Charlie almost regretted taking out of her police-woman’s uniform. He often fantasised about dressing her in black leather and equipping her with a night-stick.

Equally gorgeous in long flowing dresses or skimpy bikinis, today she had opted for hot pants and a cropped blouse top. As she sat down opposite Jill, extending her own long legs to meet those of her colleague, John Charlie watched as John Bosley had to adjust his seating position.

Finally in came Sabrina. With her dark neatly bobbed shoulder length hair and mischievous smile, Sabrina was very much the brains of the outfit. Today, she had opted for a trouser suit and checked blouse. But Charlie knew that her often conservative dress sense concealed a wild nature. More than once he had seen that smiling chipmunk face bobbing up and down on John Bosley’s throbbing cock.

Sabrina strode confidently up to her friends, giving them a friendly hug and affectionate kiss that lingered just long enough to fuel the fantasies of both men watching.

His team assembled, Charles Townsend pulled himself under control and let go his engorged phallus. He switched on his mic with an audible ‘click’. Bosley and the Angels were immediately attentive.

“Good morning, Angels,” said Charlie.

“Good morning, Charlie,” they brightly responded. He never got tired of that.

“I have a hot one for you,” Charlie continued, enjoying the double entenre.

“We know that, Charlie,” quipped Jill, flirtatiously, “but what’s the mission?”