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The story of Chloe and Ellen continues. I am Chloe, I am 5 ft 8 inches tall and have shoulder long brown curly hair and brown eyes. Ellen is a 6 ft brunette with dark brown eyes and shoulder long black hair. I am sitting in the waiting room of my physician to get a monthly check up, absently reading the magazines lying around. My mind wandered off in a daydream about what happened a couple of weeks ago at my office. I couldn’t get around the fact that one minute I was talking to Ellen and the next she came through the door. What happened after is still somewhat hazy for me. But of one thing I am absolutely sure, after this I feel she can do anything with me, I’ll be just fine with it. She has me hooked; she has become my heroin, my poison. A whiff of sweet perfume brings me back to the waiting room. I look up and stare straight into those steel blue eyes I have come to ache for so much. She must have seen the shock on my face because on her otherwise blank face a faint smile appeared. With difficulty I brake eye contact and look back down into my magazine and wonder how she knew I was here, because no matter what, this is no coincidence. My eyes go back up slowly to drink in the sight of her completely. She is ravishing as ever, completely kaçak iddaa dressed in black. She is wearing black leather ankle boots with 6-inch high heels, a black tight skirt going just below her ass cheeks. Her legs are crossed so I could not discern whether she was wearing any panties or not. Her black leather vest is open, so I can clearly see her tits perking through her black tank top, which shows enough cleavage to make a prostitute blush. My eyes go up and I see her smile broaden, she locks my gaze with hers, I cannot look away no more. She winks at me and motions me to look down. I comply and look down as she uncrosses her legs, I just have to look. My heart starts racing and my breath becomes heavier. She is clearly not wearing any panties, but I see something with a silvery shine glistening. She must have noticed my great surprise because I see her grinning at me. I feel my cheeks burning; they must be blood red. I become nervous and start shifting on my seat. When the person sitting next to me is called in, she immediately jumps up and takes the seat next to me with a magazine to read. “It’s a metallic butt plug with a vibrating function,” she whispers from behind the magazine. I look at her from the corner kaçak bahis of my eyes and my jaw drops. “It’s remote controlled,” she continues. Now I really get uneasy and start to shift on my seat a lot. “Want to play with it?” she asks and drops the remote into my hands. I catch it like it is something very hot and burning, and shift even more on my seat. People must be thinking I have to pee but I do not dare to go. Then as if she can read my mind she says out loud, “If you have to go, the restroom is over there, I’ll guard your place!” I look over to her somewhat surprised and uneasy, mutter, “Thank you” get up and go to the restroom. When I look back at her she throws me a wink, which makes my heart jump and pussy drip. I close the door of the restroom and lean against it to look around. There are two open stalls and a large marble-set sink. Above the sink the whole wall was one mirror, I saw myself reflected, white shirt, short skirt and my legs going down all the way to my heels. I get into a stall, pull down my panties and start to pee. As I am absently playing with the remote when I suddenly hear the door of the restroom open and I realize I left my stall door open. Just as I try to close the door from the toilet seat, illegal bahis Ellen her head pops around the entrance. My hand freezes mid air and my jaw drops, again. Shocked I stammer, “My seat, what…” My tongue freezes as she shushes me with a finger on my lips. “You still have my remote darling.” she says and puts one leg up on the water basin of the toilet, exposing her pussy, clit and ass to my face. I open my mouth and close it again as my eyes fix on the beautiful sight in front of me. The silvery thing is indeed a metallic butt plug. Next to the plug there is a plastic o-ring dangling from a small rope and from the plug a black wire disappears between her luscious pussy lips. “Are going to do something with it dear?” she asks me coyly. As awakened from a dream I suddenly remember the remote and start pushing buttons, not knowing what I am doing. Suddenly Ellen goes limp at once grabbing me firmly to stay on her feet. Her moans make my pussy drip even more. “I’m sorry about that, I panicked,” I say and turn it back down. “Turn it to about 3.” I comply and I hear a faint buzzing sound from both her pussy and her ass. I feel the plug and sense it vibrating gently and then I follow the black wire and slide my middle finger between her wet folds. There I feel it is connected to some kind of vibrating egg. “My ass and pussy are stimulated but my clit starts to feel left out hun, would you take the honors?” she asks me rather sternly.

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