After a brief pause, Claire pulled them down to expose a tiny strip of bright red hair just above the junction of her perfect smooth thighs. She looked around and sat down in an armchair, taking the microphone stand with her and positioning it at the right height.
Frankie had gone strangely quiet, his mouth hanging open, a small dribble of saliva running from its side.
"Shall I start now Frankie?" she asked.
He jumped slightly. "What? Oh, yeah, go for it, baby."
Claire drew her legs up into the chair and allowed them to fall open to give herself access to her p***y. Frankie groaned loudly causing her to look up.
"Are you OK?" she asked.
"Er, yeah, sure, I'm fine. Just practising some moaning out load. Go on, touch yourself," he ordered.
Claire closed her eyes and allowed her right h
