But it was Lorna’s body that let her down, her own ungovernable desire, imposing its own will, making her wetter, more aroused.
As she looked down she realised that Katy now knelt between her open thighs, thighs that she had no recollection of opening, she also now found herself pushing her groin onto Katy’s hard thigh, squirming and thrusting, small moans of pleasure issuing from her throat.
Lorna looked at Katy as she leant over her. Her short skirt was rucked up so that the whiteness of her little panties could be seen; wisps of dark pubic hair visible through the semi-opaque material. Her bronzed thighs firm and slim, one slick with Lorna’s juices.
Her breasts were now heaving beneath the thin cotton material of her blouse, the nipples visible taut erections. Lorna stared in abstract fascination as Katy tied her ankles to the front chair legs, her submission was now complete.
Katy’s scarlet smile held a challenge, daring. Her dark eyes with fire alive at the centre, spoke of her own passion.
She whispered, “it’s alright, there is nothing to fear, I can see that you want me as badly as I want you.” Lorna tried to protest, but her murmurs were weak and lacked any conviction. She could not help herself. The lust within her was too strong, overpowering.