Simon enjoyed the sensation of April's fury crumble against him.  When April began to speak coquettishly, Simon laughed, "Is that what you want?  To be a good girl?"  Simon withdrew his fingers damp with April's nectar and presented it to April.  "Would a good girl be so aroused right now by the situation?  Would she spread her legs to give access?"  Simon's other hand begun to press her thong into her crevasse, letting the fine nylon cloth brush and rub against her canal.<br/><br/>"No, I don't believe you are a good girl or even want to be one."  His nectar stained hand caressed April's as he stared back into her eyes.  "Like Emma, you're a naughty little tease who needs a master."  Simon continued his methodical work, enjoying every little moan and squirm.  Surprisingly the elevator didn't stop until it chimed, indicating it had reached the lobby.  Simon whispered into April's ear before he spread her pussy wide to show off her glistening pink as his finger pistoned in and out with greater vigor, "Showtime my dear.  Make it a good one."