Harris was out, Rita tried to relax reminding herself she was a happy woman in a committed relationship who loved her partner deeply. Why the hell did she want to throw Ms. Alexa Harris on that polished table and bury her tongue inside her tight pussy until they were both screaming? Rita conjured up Sherri’s image to mind trying to get if off the curvaceous blonde with a sinful mouth but managed to envision a sizzling threesome instead. Oh, what the hell? Mr. Ferguson bought my body not my mind. She crossed her legs and squared her shoulders. Relaxing against the soft chair, she closed her eyes, contracting and relaxing her inner muscles. Rita imagined Alexa’s heart-shaped face and large breasts, her naked round thighs and perfect ass. She pictured Sherri over her and Alexa under her. Suddenly the scene changed and both of them were cuffed to her bed, spreading their legs for her, inviting her. As she imagined the two gorgeous women in every conceivable sexual situation, Rita felt hot liquid pooling inside her lower body.
