He laughed and ran his hands over her bra, feeling her soft swelling tits. "Sure, honey, but you fuck him here; you know that."

"Sure, baby; I know that," Alda purred, and stepped out of her skirt, dropping it as she paraded her lovely slim figure in nothing but her bra, panties, shoes, and white stockings that were held up by lacy garter straps.

Gillian was so disgusted she turned her head away.

"Key, baby," Alda whispered.

Dean gave her the key and Alda walked out of the room.

Gillian felt Rose's hands running over the backs of her stretched legs, pulling up her dress and slip.

"No, please, don't do that! Please, don't!" she begged, but Rose ignored her and went on pulling the flower-patterned dress up the backs of Gillian's legs, revealing her panty hose and the curves of her thighs.

Finally, Rose tossed the dress over Gillian's ass, and then slid the slip after it, revealing her ass and panties under her tights. Gillian moaned, and her head sank to the table. Her glasses came off.

"Fucking Jesus!" Rose gasped. "She's even better than you said."

She ran her hand over Gillian's ass, and the bound librarian trembled and jerked.

"Would I lie?" Dean laughed. He sat up on the table across from Gillian and reached over, picking up her glasses. "Shit, look at these; they get worse every time I look at them."

He handed the glasses to Rose and the tall blonde examined them.

"You ought to be ashamed," she said, prodding Gillian with her foot. "You look like you're fifty. We'll soon change that. Call Marty, Dean; he can do these in no time."

"What are you doing?" Gillian wailed, as Dean picked up the phone.

"You'll see," Rose said.

"Yeah, Marty, hi," Dean said into the phone. "Yeah, new pair, by tomorrow lunchtime? I knew you could. Yeah, pick 'em up; you wanna see who gets them. Yeah, we're at the usual." He laughed and put the phone down. "Now, you just tell us when you want to take that dress off."