The thump of Jessie's hips against her body maintained a steady rhythm. As the routine continued, Bethie found herself growing more and more accustomed to their movements. Skin came into contact with skin, creating a damp friction between them. She began to realize that their moment was no different than her typical occupation. Both acts were sinful, consisting of premarital sex. They were both for selfish goals, either money or escaping from the law. And neither was done out of true love. Was there any real blasphemy in the addition of another sin: the fact that her partner was a woman? The fire was already burning; additional fuel mattered little.<br/><br/>Beth was used to taking all sorts of roles in bed: the woman in charge, the immobile body, the submissive cub. Her goal was always to please her client, and this mentality stretched into her current bed. As they continued to grind against one another, Bethie paid close attention to Jessie. She believed that a person's true self was apparent during sex. Watching Jessie recover them in the blanket, Beth knew that the woman had a compassionate side.<br/><br/>She noticed the subtle differences between Jessie's hand and those of the many men that had defiled her. It was far more gentle, and Beth was quite fond of it. However, even she grew tense as the digits traced down her nightgown. She held doubt that Jessie would even go through with it, but all of that was erased as the soft fingers grazed across her sex.<br/><br/>A groan escaped her lips; it was loud enough to be heard outside. She grew worried and anxious, but then she remembered that, to outsiders, it would simply sound normal. An inviting smile formed, and her arms tugged Jessie closer to her warm body.<br/><br/>Jessie was certainly no man. Her fingers were soft, although Bethie felt a few days worth of dirt and roughness that were beginning to congregate. "Y-you never told me you were this good." She whispered. It was the first time in ages that Bethie felt truly weak. Jessie was not simply playing the role; she was living it. Teeth scraped against skin. Bethie found herself moaning without consciously planning each syllable. She outstretched her body and neck, giving herself fully to the man on top.<br/><br/>Beth had to resist a giggle as Jessie began to fall more fully into her character. "Oh, Jessie. Oh, oh, oh, Jessie..." She chirped in response, deciding to do the same. Her folds had grown especially damp, and her thighs spread apart to give Jessie room to manipulate her fingers to the fullest extent. One hand pulled the covers closer to them, while the other began to trickle down Jessie's side. She poked gently against the woman's hip. She desired deeply to return the favor, but she was not confident enough that it was what Jessie wanted.<br/><br/>"Oh, darling..." Her eyes, even in the darkness, could be seen staring into Jessie's. Her words did not match the stare. She seemed to be daring Jessie to take things further. "Get out of your clothes, my love..." This time, her words sounded to be entirely her own.