When she dared look back through the mirror, the two girls were stark naked and rubbing their pussies. They squeezed their legs together and wiggled their sexy young asses. Despite her shock, Greta felt a twinge in her cunt.

I must be seeing things. Greta thought. Or I must have fallen asleep in Morgan's stuffy little office and I'm dreaming all this.

"I'm back, you sluts." Patrick danced back into the studio, performing a few pirouettes and leaps. He stripped don to his tights alone, then danced some more, his bare feet thudding on the hardwood as he performed a few more leaps and showed off for the girls. He came to a standstill next to the girls and put his arms around them and pulled them against him. He kissed them one at a time, shoving his tongue into their mouths.

The girls, a pony-tailed redhead named Wendy, and a pigtailed brunette named Cynthia, were two of the younger girls in the advanced class. Both girls, though slender, had well-developed tits and nicely rounded, tight asses. They quivered in Patrick's muscular arms and looked ready to faint as Patrick licked out their mouths. When he let them go, they both moaned theatrically and collapsed as their legs folded under them.

As they lay before him on the floor, Patrick stroked their nipples and noses and lips with his bare toes. Cynthia started licking his toes, and he squeezed his cock through his tights.

"That turns me on," Patrick said. "Suck on 'em."

Immediately, Wendy started licking the toes of Patrick's other foot, slobbering her warm spit all over them. Patrick shoved his hand down inside his tights and rubbed his cock as the two cooing girls licked and sucked his toes.

Greta's heart slammed in her chest. Her face pulsed with heat and sweat broke out on her skin. The office felt like a sauna. Hardly aware of what she was doing, she began pulling off her clothes. As she watched her son play with the two naked girls, she stripped herself until she was completely nude.