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On the bedside table in front of her sat a single cup, the contents still steaming, waiting for her. Tentatively she sat up, glancing around suspiciously as she picked up the rather small ceramic item, clasping it in her hands, the familiar warmth giving her some level of comfort. After giving it a tentative sniff and detecting nothing off, she lifted the cup and took a slow sip, then facial let out a long satisfied sigh. She bit her lip and looked at her own shaky reflection in the cup, “An unfeeling, uncaring, cold-skinned, brutal, assassin monster… Who makes tea...” She said gently, her own uncertainty clear in her voice. After a moment she stood and moved to the window, leaning on the sill with her butt and clutching her cup while wearing Amélie’s T-shirt and a pair of plain black panties. Curiously she looked over a city she didn’t recognise, but which she assumed was somewhere in France. Part of her wanted to leap doggystyle from the window, escape moaning into the city, but every nerve ending in her body told her it was an impossibility. She had been ordered to stay, and stay she would. As she took another sip of the tea her thoughts strayed from the situation back to the kiss, recalling something she hadn’t, until now, really given thought to. When she had been atop of Amélie, her knee pressing between her thighs, she had felt something… Pretty distinct... While Lena stood, resting on the sill, sipping her drink and turning over her own thoughts Amélie was sat at a breakfast bar, a cup of coffee at her elbow sloppy blowjob which rested on the countertop, her palm supporting her chin as her other hand lazily flicked a page on an old book, the sound of gentle classical music being interrupted eventually only by the recognisable sound of her shower starting up. For a moment Amélie glanced up and considered joining her new toy, but opted instead to give her some space. After a while the shower cut out and Amélie listened as she heard Lena move around her home, hearing a closet door open then, shortly after, close again. It wasn’t long after that that when Amélie glanced up she saw Lena in the doorway to her living room kitchen combo. “How was your shower?” Amélie asked gently, raising a single eyebrow. Lena glanced around briefly before stepping slowly towards her, one arm down by her side, the other gripping its elbow, a tentative look, “Er, it was nice, cheers.” “And I see you found my pov clothes…” Amélie noted with a faint edge of amusement. Lena looked down at herself, while she wore the same shirt, she had acquired a pair of jeans from Amélie’s closet, “Yeah well, y’know, they fit, and I didn’t fancy walking around in my knickers…” “Ha,” Amélie smirked, following Lena with her eyes as she made her way around to sit at the breakfast bar opposite her, her arms folding on the counter as she hunched over, “Are you okay?” Leave out your butt. Stripping quickly I rushed to the sea and plunged into the refreshing water delighting in how it caressed my naked skin like the touch of the lover I yearned for. Rose, immediately began grinding her teeth and closed the gap again. He reached out… played with my hair. His head was lying on my pillow and I could feel his breath on my face. Through her half-veiled lids, I saw her glance at Robert as I approached my target. "I just heard you were nice." And the few times that she did, moaning she said that it was only because John had absolutely insisted on it. “Mmm, she's a vixen,” my wife said. She was sitting on her couch in a tee shirt and slippers as she remembered what was going through her mind at the time. Have your sleeping bags?" That sloppy blowjob night Gayatri pov called her to her room and bolted the doggystyle facial door.