-Chang with Roxanne and Charlotte, finishing saying good morning-<br/><br/>Chang held Roxanne in a grip of mixed velvet and steel, his hands holding the red headed woman in place as the younger blond began her show of appreciation. He pinned Roxanne, not allowing her the use of her upper body, her arms. All she might do is watch, feel, enjoy the sensations and attentions of her lovers, and Chang and Charlotte both did love her. It was the combination of senses that Chang was hoping would sink their spurs into Roxanne and send her higher. His simple and casual force, the strength in the hold, the steel of the grip. The vivacious and attentive softness of Charlotte's body, the energy and excitement she had with her touch. Always in balance, always with senses, Chang wanted his lovers to know of his trade, that flesh was art and everyone should enjoy their work.<br/><br/>He pressed lightly to Roxanne's body, the feel of his skin denied her own flesh by her garments, he knew she would miss that. That thin layer of sweat, made in her arousal, that would have been the only lair between their bodies, the feeling of the tone of his muscles pushing against the ridge of her spine. He shifted, letting her push back slightly against the aroused length of his body, letting her know that all their work had indeed brought him life, and that he was was controlling, commanding, himself even now. He pulled that sensation away from Roxanne and leaned to her ear.<br/><br/>"Do not worry my dove, I will not let you fall. Throw your leg atop Charlotte's shoulder, give yourself over to her, her attentions and mercies. You can see, you can hear how happy she is to thank you. Let her Roxanne, she only wishes to love you as you do her. And I, I will not let you fall. Indulge yourself in this moment, relax under our touches," his voice curled about her ears and pushed across her skin like the soft kisses of a lover's lips. He eased Roxanne back, making it so that she might indeed cast one leg atop the kneeling woman's shoulder.<br/><br/>It would have been quite the scene to behold, the carnal act unfolding between the three. Charlotte kneeling, milk white skin and half undressed, panties stretched across her thighs, the supple curves of her rear in rose red colours. Charlotte bent to a kneel, face atop Roxanne's lower body, the soft pink tongue and delicate fingers probing the standing woman's body. Roxanne herself, skirts pushed up, arms held behind her and her face a mask of pleasure. A blond kneeling before her, opening and sampling her with the erotic touches of a grateful lover. Her arms bound behind her by the man she now lay against, his body fully dressed and hidden from view by the events unfolding under his directions.<br/><br/>"Charlotte, do be a dear and make sure that Roxanne does orgasm, I want her eyes to shine every time she looks at you today." He spoke right into Roxanne's ear as he spoke to Charlotte, letting both know of his designs, "I will let you share the private joke that Marie's punishment has afforded you this pleasure today. She will not know until you tell her, how much fun you have both had and do not worry my lovelies, the day is far from over. There is more to come I assure you."<br/><br/>He kept his body far enough from Roxanne's grasp so that she could not manipulate him. He was hidden from Charlotte sight by Roxanne's body as well. Once again, Chang had arranged the scenario, the situation, to be about the two women before him. His lovers, his loves. He delighted in their pleasure, placing them first this morning, and he knew his pleasure would follow when the time was right.