"I get the impression that you will outlast all of us... and trust me, I want to discover all that strength myself.  Still, judging by the way these woman sit, you have only learned one way to make love this night."  She reaches down, grabbing her shirt and lifts it smoothly over her head.  The damp white tunic falls to the floor and leaving her bare.  Soft, pale with smaller breasts than Chloe but ones that curve sweetly forward and topped with dark nipples.  A tattoo of the Alliance's lion stands out starkly at her navel.  She slowly runs her fingers up her slim abdomen, muscles tensing beneath her skin as she cups a breast before rising to her hair to shake it out.<br/><br/>Then she grabs a handful of Tara's head, tilting her gaze up from her feet.  "You are going to show him how to be slow and precise, slut.  You're a teacher, so teach well... or I'll have your wife put you in the corner, tie you down, and force you to watch while we enjoy ourselves.  Am I understood?"  Laura waits for an affirmative with dark eyes, nodding.<br/><br/>"Good."  She releases the handhold, hips swaying as she walks toward the bed.  Her belt is loosened and its weight drags it and her trousers to the ground, the paleness of her ass reflecting low light as she steps out of the last of her clothing and crawling over to the bed, before laying on her side and looking back to her two lovers, lips quirking.  She crooks a finger in invitation.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>