It took a few moments, it wasn't until the rogue took a sip from her drink, that Chloe took notice of her. She didn't let the observer throw her off, though, happily pressing her head back against the wall, taking that thick, hot cock, and moaning loudly. As strong as Mason was, and as tightly as Chloe held him with her legs, she didn't slip an inch when she moved one arm from being wrapped around his shoulder. Using that hand, she greedily fingered herself, groaning loudly.<br/><br/>Tara, too, took notice of the rogue. She was a little more responsive, though. It was a humiliating situation she was in, cum-dripping ass swaying back and forth, facing the newcomer, as the woman licked the balls of the man hammering her wife. Tara stood when she noticed, and began to say something before Chloe snapped her fingers, glared, and pointed at the ground. Tara fell to her knees humbly, her dick throbbing between her slender thighs.<br/><br/>"Go and see if our guest needs anything, girl. I'm busy." Chloe spoke slowly. Rather, she ordered slowly. There was no hesitation in her voice or volume, and she clearly meant every word. Tara, reluctantly, moved away from Mason's by-now-dripping-with-saliva sack and rose, approaching the rogue in the corner. Half way there, Chloe snapped once again, pointed to the ground, and left Tara to crawl to the woman's feet. She looked up at her, chewing her bottom lip softly.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>