"You gonna be a good girl tonight hmm? If you're a good girl - if we make progress, you can cum, ok baby?"

Very slowly, very gradually Leah was establishing her dominance over the older woman. Very slowly, very gradually the situation was moving, sliding wetly from the fact that pleasure was being given and received, to a situation where ultimate pleasure, orgasmic pleasure would be permitted, would be 'given' if Claudia was a 'good girl'. This was a measured, and minutely planned and timed thing. Claudia had been forced to briefly revisit the old days and she would have been feeling very vulnerable - not least because this younger woman had been the one to bring her to that point. But in addition she was very aroused - over-aroused and the two emotions were colliding and creating this inner confusion and contrast. Claudia nodded eagerly - yes she was going to be a good girl. Yes she wanted desperately to make progress. Strangely, deep inside herself she wanted to please this younger woman. In the past she had never cared, not in the slightest if she pleased anyone other than herself before. But for some reason, it was different here and now. She felt, from deep inside like she wanted and needed to please this other woman.

"Tell me then, tell me you're going to be a good girl."

Claudia got it. She got the fact that this younger girl was reducing her to the status of 'girl' when in fact she was a woman. She didn't know how she got it, or what to make of it - there was the slightest ripple of humiliation there, but it was like something that she was simply absorbing. Like something her mind was telling her was ok - it was all going to be ok. She kissed the side of Leah's face and slid her lips to her ear.

"I'll be a good girl, I promise. I promise I'll be a good, good girl."

The tone of her voice was sexually charged and it was husky. She was acting and speaking the way her sexuality was telling her to act. Her arousal was dictating this way that she was talking and acting - something that had never been the case before. Leah's slid her lips around the face of the older woman.

"Good girl. Now show 'her' what a good girl you can be - show her baby go on."

The resonation of Leah's well practiced voice sent shivers down the spine of Claudia and she strained her neck to look over her own shoulder to the girl concierge. As she did that she reached between her own legs with her fore and index fingers - Leah took the hint and released the pressure and lifted off slightly. Leah dipped her fingers into herself and pulled them through the saturated outer folds of her sex - then she pulled those fingers back out, holding them up - juices clinging to and threatening to drip to the marble floor. She looked over her shoulder again and tilted her head back - as she did that she opened her swollen, well kissed lips, the gloss peeling from gloss. And she raised her dripping fingers and fed both of them into her mouth. Opening her mouth wide and slipping the fingers inside not touching the sides. Keeping her mouth open wide until her fingers were inside up to the third knuckles and then closing her mouth around them and pulling the fingers out. The act of pulling her fingers through tight, sealed lips, cleaning them. And as she tasted herself - her own juices sliding down her own tongue she felt another pang, or slither of shame and humiliation. But the arousal was also turned up a notch. The concierge girl watched, her eyes wide. Leah moaned with something that sounded like delight and she whispered again.

"Good girl, good girl."