<strong>Marie, with Charlotte, Heading to the Bar to Rejoin Kissinger and Roxanne</strong><br/><br/>Feverishly working her tongue through the folds of Charlotte’s delectable cunt, Marie couldn’t help but smile as she felt the girl’s hips start to shudder.<em>Poor girl’s been ready to explode for hours,</em>she thought wickedly. She slipped two fingers into Charlotte’s needy slit, loving the fact that the randy little bitch was desperately humping herself back against them. She gave the girl’s ass cheeks a few bites, then went back to happily lapping at Charlotte’s wet, slick pussy …<br/><br/>… and listened to Charlotte cry out in ecstasy as she came.<br/><br/>The girl’s orgasm was hard, and messy. Marie knew from experience that Charlotte often squirted like a geyser when she came, but even<em>that</em>didn’t prepare her for the torrent of juices that suddenly drenched her face. Charlotte squirmed and bucked, moaning as her entire body spasmed in wicked delight … bent over as precariously as she was, with that perfect little bottom of hers sticking lasciviously in the air, Marie was surprised that the girl didn’t topple over. But she didn’t. Marie kept lapping away at Charlotte’s naughty little honeypot, and a few moments later, another hard, powerful orgasm ripped through the tormented girl’s body. Charlotte’s wet, lustful spend was lewdly smeared all over Marie’s face, but she didn’t care. Marie thought it tasted wonderful.<br/><br/>Marie watched as Charlotte finally collapsed to the floor, panting and grunting, her bare, spread legs splayed about like a cheap whore. Marie loved it. She adored Charlotte, her sweet angel with the cravings of a devil, easily tempted, easily led to the wicked delights she loved so much …<br/><br/>Kneeling down beside Charlotte, Marie lightly stroked the side of Charlotte’s beautiful face with her fingers. She was surprised when Charlotte leaned forward to kiss her, but eagerly kissed the girl back, happily sharing the wet juices that dripped from her face and filled her mouth with her enthusiastic blonde lover. As they kissed, Marie’s hand dropped from Charlotte’s pretty face to the girl’s lovely bosom, and caressed the girl’s perky breasts. Charlotte’s nipples were hard as marbles – even beneath the fabric of her lovely dress and corset, Marie could still feel them – and the girl moaned with desire as Marie played with them.<br/><br/><em>Such a delightfully dirty thing,</em>Marie thought.<em>No wonder I love her so much. She’s insatiable …</em><br/><br/>“You’re welcome, sweet angel,” Marie said quietly to Charlotte. “I can’t wait to share a bed with you tonight and get all these clothes off of you.” She took out a handkerchief and dabbed some of the sweat off of Charlotte’s pale, pretty face, and absently wiped stray strands of the girl’s blonde hair back into place.<em>Oh, what a messy, messy girl …</em><br/><br/>“Speaking of tonight … I might ask you to do something for me later this evening,” Marie said. “I can’t tell you what it is yet, though. But I want you to promise that you’ll do it for me, though. No questions asked. Just do it … and I promise you …” Marie gently cupped Charlotte’s bosom and tweaked the girl’s nipples firmly between her fingertips. “I promise you a night of pleasure that you won’t forget, my sweet.”<br/><br/>“Now …” Standing, Marie pulled Charlotte to her feet. She fussed over the girl’s skirt, pulling it back in place, straightening it carefully and making sure her blonde lover looked perfect and ravishing. She took a step back from Charlotte for a moment, looking her over critically, and then took the girl’s small hand in hers, squeezing it tenderly.<br/><br/>“Better,” Marie said. “Now, let’s go back and see Roxanne, shall we? Maybe she’ll want to have some fun with you, too … and maybe that nice Kissinger might want to play as well.”<br/><br/>Laughing, Marie dragged Charlotte along with her through the hallway, heading back into the main area of the Playground, waving madly at Roxanne as she brought her sweet naughty angel with her.<br/><br/><em>Time for all the harlots to indulge their pleasures,</em>Marie thought.