บท 69: Power

Being so helpless made Jenna feel strange. It was scary, but the woman's gestures weren't aggressive or hurtful. The way she caressed her breasts and suckled her nipples sent shivers up Jenna's spine. A trickle of sweat squished between her ass cheeks as she squirmed.

The janitor ran her big hands under Jenna's arms and lifted her a little as she ran her tongue from one breast to the other. Gently, yet firmly, she squeezed the young woman's sides as she slowly ran her hands to her hips. Hearing the young woman squeal and pant when she rubbed the girl's taut stomach with her flat palm, inspired the janitor to continue.

Firmly, she dipped her thick fingertips into the waistband of the young woman's skirt and pushed down. The elastic material easily gave way. The janitor felt the hairless mound push against her palm as she cupped and squeezed the tiny mound.