Madame Duvalier motioned to Katarina’s sister who was resting quietly at her feet.
Understanding Madame’s aims, and still ecstatic from her own climax, Isobel kindly reached underneath her sister’s skirt, searched about her panties for the great divide where Katarina was noticeably wet. Her arousal was strong. Katarina’s reaction was now evident as the small fingers of her sister’s hand toyed playfully with the folds of skin that she’d never dared touch herself.
“Oh, my,” she seemed to faint against Madame, but then part her legs in a significantly whorish way. “Oh, oh, oh,” her rasped breaths came fast as this lewd flutter of excitement was too strong to throw back. She arched into the supportive arms of her genteel guide and let the sharp pangs of climax take her. After convulsing for
