<strong>Marie, with Roxanne and Kissinger – Being Joined by Charlotte, then Going to See Lee Chang</strong><br/><br/>Marie smiled wickedly as she kissed and fondled Roxanne, letting her hands roam wantonly over the redhead’s lithe body. She didn’t know which she liked better – playing with her tempestuous lover, or letting Kissinger watch them. Probably both. Part of Marie wanted nothing more than to sit up on top of Kissinger’s piano, and force Roxanne’s talented tongue between her legs … maybe let the piano player take Roxanne from behind at the same time … but there were things such as manners, and proper decorum. Better to act out on those wicked desires behind closed doors.<br/><br/>As Marie fondled Roxanne’s breasts, she saw Charlotte timidly approaching them, her hands clasped behind her back … Charlotte, her sweet, fragile, beautiful girl. Marie loved the girl with a fiery passion, and was fiercely protective of the wonderful blonde. She noticed that Charlotte’s cheeks were flushed a bright pink – she kept biting her lip, and she realized that Charlotte probably was keeping her hands behind her back because she didn’t want to fidget, because …<br/><br/><em>Oh, my poor angel,</em>Marie thought.<em>My poor amazing angel, such a good girl … she still hasn’t cum …</em>Marie suddenly felt incredibly proud of Charlotte. She thought the girl wouldn’t broken a long time ago. Instead, here she stood, on the peak of the most delicious orgasm … but still in control.<br/><br/>“Hello, sweet girl,” Marie said to Charlotte. She gently kissed the blonde girl softly on the mouth, and then caressed the girl’s face with her hand … turning that face so she could kiss Roxanne as well. Their three faces drew close together, their tongues touching as they eagerly kissed each other. Charlotte let out a little scream of joy as Marie’s hand idly wandered over her breasts … and then screamed louder, as Marie’s fingers found the outlines of her hardened nipples and twisted them.<br/><br/>Marie nodded, as Charlotte delivered her message. “You two have fun with Mr. Kissinger, then,” Marie said, giving the piano player a flirtatious wink. “And try not to break him … I want a taste later. But duty calls, it seems.”<br/><br/>Stepping lightly, almost as if dancing, Marie glided over to Lee Chang and his assembled guests, who appeared engrossed in conversation. Marie chose not to interrupt … instead, she gracefully made her way behind Lee Chang, her arm sliding neatly around his waist. She gave his cheek a soft kiss, but otherwise said nothing, waiting patiently for him to let her know his needs of her. She would do whatever he asked of her, without hesitation. Of that, there was no doubt.