Gwenog and Marietta
Marietta could feel the desire in her body burning and yearning to be one with the other woman. It was a feeling she hadn't possessed in a long time. She wasn't property at this moment the way she usually was, she was totally in control of stopping or continuing if she wanted. Not that she didn't have those options at work, but here in this moment the pull of the money wasn't over her head. Nor were there any expectations. That in itself was the most freeing part of this opportunity.
As a hand squeezed her arse she involuntarily pressed herself closer. Why the hell were they still in public and not in a place where they could loose the small bits of fabric that separated them. Wanting to escape the torture of clothing she ran her hand up the woman's body until she could lift her chin forcing the other woman to look at her. "I want you now," she said slowly hoping it helped the woman read her lips since her words were liable to be easily drowned out.