It was hilarious to see her deliberate on her options. The sisters were so expressive. She did arrive at the right decision, committing to obeying him verbally. His eyes were transfixed on her when she pulled her skirt up, such a pretty picture, her work clothes proper but molested like that, her skirt high while she worked her underwear down. He held the warm garment in his hand and then put it to his nose. "Oh, clean. What a disappointment." he said and put them in his back pocket. He lost interest in the flimsy fabric when she further bared herself.<br/><br/>He knew very well that someone could come walking in, as her eyes reminded him. He did not care, though. They needed him too much with all their pr already out. It wasn't contrary to the person he'd built that he should sample the women they threw at him. Talia's standing was less secure. He let her take her time to present herself on the table. Culler shook his head in disapproval at her posture, and came to her quickly, slapping her naked ass once, hard, filling the room with the sound of the clap. "Ass up, and arch your back low. You're supposed to be inviting." he explained as he petted the cleft of her ass until he could stroke the mound of her cunt with two fingers.<br/><br/>"You liked it enough last time. Don't pretend to be all proper when I already fucked your brains out." He leaned over and put his face in her hair. A deep inhale filled his head with her scent. It was delightful that she was forced to do what he wanted without him having to practice physical abuse. In his home, he'd had to subdue her, but now she had to hold herself back. He put two fingers in her and started moving then in and out, curling to put pressure on one of her walls while the underside of his forearm parted her asscheeks in the motions.<br/><br/>His other hand gripped her tit through her clothes and continued to squeeze roughly, making sure signals were running through her body low and high. He knew what she liked, and his fingers were generous and rough. "We're going to have so much fun, you and I." he promised her. The sound of her sex conversing with his fingers would grow, if he'd learned her body. It was quite apparent how he felt about the situation, given the polite rise she'd caused in the ripped denim. He took another large inhale against her hair before straightening. His fingers slid out of her reluctantly.<br/><br/>He walked around to her face and slipped the salted fingers into her mouth, forcing her lips apart and looking down at her. His fingertips subdued her tongue and let her own flavor and scent mingle in her head. Other hand unzipped and took out what she'd already become acquainted with. It was fat and hanging, eager to see her but a little sluggish still. He pulled the fingers back and then flicked her heavy cock. "Get it hard." he ordered and then reached over her, his length of arm easily making it to her ass, slippery fingers lubing up the valley of her asscheeks, slathering the small pucker.