Dylan (reassuring, gentling): Close your eyes, feel me (pulling Helena onto her hands and knees; wrapping her arm around her waist; cupping her sex; feeling how hot and wet Helena already was) that’s it, melt into me.

Helena (closing her eyes; the sensations Dylan was provoking were making her head swim; trying to swallow, realizing that all the moisture had gone south): Please….
Dylan (rubbing her clit with her thumb): Patience…

Helena (growling): Gods (pushing her hips) please, touch me…

Dylan (kissing the back of her neck): Touch you (sliding her index finger down, teasing her opening) like this…

Helena (barely able to form words): Inside…

Dylan (covering her body with her own; her distended nipples pressing into the gorgeous body): Like this (grinding slowly; palming Helena’s sex; kissing the back of her neck?)

Helena (pushing her sex against Dylan’s hand; trying to get the relief she so needed): Yes (whimpering as she felt two fingers thrust into her) yes…

Master Bedroom
Tina (snuggling into Bette; her ass was on fire; the rest of her body felt like a wet noodle): Paybacks…

Bette (kissing her temple): I’d like to see you try (hearing Helena yelling.) Uh oh sounds like someone got into trouble…

Tina (lifting her head up; hearing another yell, then a long groan and what sounded like): No not trouble (teasing putting her head back down.)  

Bette (wrapping her arm around her; pulling up the sheet): Remind me to buy ear plugs for London.

Tina (chuckling): Ear plugs huh? (Giggling): I’m getting you a leash and collar…

Bette (caressing her ass; indignantly): What?

Tina (kissing her hand): With all the artwork and various items on display you won’t sit still and I won’t see you.

Bette (rolling Tina on her back): You want to get me a leash and collar…

Tina (trailing her fingers across Bette’s chest): A nice little studded one, perhaps, you would look so sexy in leather…

Bette (shaking her head): Tina Kennard Porter, that thought better go no further than this room or so help me…

Tina (rolling Bette onto her back): Or (arching into the swat on her ass) fuck…

Bette (pressing her lips to Tina’s): I think you know the answer (taking a hardened nipple in her mouth.)