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toy out of Adele’s trunk.
    It was a black leather strap-on harness, with a foot-long pink dildo attachment mounted up front. Constance coyly rubbed the dildo over her reddened breasts, tracing her jutting nipples with the curved tip. Adele and I both blew a gasket in our hotboxes.
    ‘Y-yes!’ Adele yelped. ‘Mary will put it on and pretend to have sex with you, while Karen sits on your face.’
    The woman sure knew her naughty business, I gave her that much. Constance offered her more, in exchange for some information about the other side of the Bolshevik’s nasty business – and the threat to our nation she presented.
    The beauteous brunette/redhead sensuously stepped right into the harness and affixed the leather straps to her curvaceous hips and buttocks. Then she sexily secured the dildo platform and attached pleasure tool tight to her pussy as she cinched up the straps. ‘I’ve never worn one of these before,’ she cooed. ‘I wonder what it feels like getting fucked by one?’
    A purely filthy question out of a purely lovely mouth. Constance bounced up and down in the wicked rig, making her breasts jounce deliciously and the dildo wag rakishly. She smiled like it was all good clean fun, no matter how far she took it.
    Adele stumbled towards the seemingly guileless girl and grabbed hold of the dildo. ‘I-it feels wonderful,’ she stammered, staring desperately into Constance’s bright blue eyes. ‘Would you like to try it out – on me?’
    Constance bit her lip and wrinkled her nose. Then she reached out and gently stroked Adele’s shoulder, undulating the pink dildo back and forth in the woman’s hand. I could hear the plastic phallus squeak against the smut-dame’s damp palm, Adele’s sharp eyes and nose flaring with undisguised wanton desire.
    ‘Adele,’ Constance murmured confidentially, ‘I was, um, just wondering who you work for? I mean, who you report to? You know, outside of the dirty book business.’
    ‘R-report to?’ Adele stepped even closer, breathing up into Constance’s face, bending the dildo down slightly so that the tip touched her pussy. She grunted.
    ‘Yes,’ Constance went on, soothingly, sexily. ‘You know, who –’
    The unscripted seduction scene was just too intense for the horny camerawoman. Method acting inspiring method madness. Before Constance could even complete her line of enquiry, Adele clutched the girl’s bare shoulders and shot up onto her toes, mashed her open mouth against Constance’s open mouth. Their wet lips jammed together, their arms coiling around one another.
    I wanted to pound the wall with my bare clit; to stop or encourage the passion, I wasn’t sure. Adele was sure, though, very carnally sure. She consumed Constance’s pincushion lips, moving her mouth hungrily against the girl’s mouth. She dove her hands down off Constance’s shoulders and onto the girl’s breasts.
    Adele clutched up and squeezed Constance’s hot, heavy mounds, thumping her pussy bunny-like against that Constance dildo stretched up along and pressing into her slit. Constance, my sweet Constance, had no option but to hold on, her butt cheeks rippling as she pumped the dildo against Adele.
    I was flat to the wall like a squashed bug, eye bulging through the round hole. I so wanted to strip off my clothes and bare-hand my breasts and finger-drill my pussy; but that meant pulling back from the peephole for precious lost seconds of sex scouting I’d never get back, and there was no way I was going to do that. So, I watched, wanting as badly as lucky Adele on the other side.
    The woman finally peeled her mouth off Constance’s with an audible pop and dipped her blonde head down to the girl’s breasts in her greedy little hands, pushing the plush pair up as she did so. She stuck out her nasty tongue, ringed the tip of the wet, red appendage round and round Constance’s one swollen pink nipple, the other scrumptious jutter. Then she widened her licker out and lapped