I’d poured all that was left of the open bottle for those two, so I had to open a new one to pour a glass for myself. I chose a nice burgundy. I had some trouble with the cork, which broke while I was pulling it out, so it was a couple of minutes before I got back to the living room with a glass in my hand.
This time I was even more pleasantly surprised. Justine was now completely naked, sitting in Diane’s lap. I saw that Diane’s skirt was gone, too, though her panties were still on. Without the skirt, her stockinged legs and high heels looked even sexier. Her right hand was on Justine’s sternum, fingers poised to slide up and grab a breast.
“Well,” said Justine in a harsh tone, turning toward me, “You certainly took your sweet time. I do not like my humble servant being out of my sight
