Martina is panting with agitation, her marvelous breasts stirring beneath the somber restrictions of her boring gray suit. The dark-skinned beauty has never seen such brazen sexuality in her life; and these people don't seem to be ashamed at all.
Sandra looks up at the zaftig brunette and smiles seductively. "Dear girl, look at the magnificent tool on this man of mine! Can't you understand that I have trouble keeping my hands off something this lovely? You're lucky, though, darling Martina; I enjoy sharing this lovely thing with other, deserving women like yourself."
Ms. Unafulu collapses in near-shock into the nearest chair. Unfortunately for her virtue, the chair is near enough that Sandra and Frank are able to reach over and gently, lovingly remove the high heels from the saleswoman's feet. As they murmur soft, erotic whipers to the squirming 'victim' of their attentions, she finds herself bereft of panty-hose, suitjacket, skirt, and blouse, leaving her wearing only a bra (too ugly for words) and panties (ditto).
The rattle of a lost blouse button in a corner of the trailer seems to bring her more or less to consciousness of what she has been allowing these two do to her. Her figure is being caressed indiscriminately by Frank's and Sandra's hands alike. This very sensual woman is in a state of severe confusion.
She starts to struggle. As she begins to cry out, Sandra claps her mouth onto this beautiful stranger's mouth, and begins to kiss her more thoroughly than she had ever imagined possible (least of all from a woman)! As the lingual ravishment goes on, Frank slips first panties, then bra, off her cuddlesome body, and begins to pay attention to her beckoning groin.
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