nods, setting the wine glass down and approaching him with a sultry smile. "Smart man. We want all our senses sharp for this little adventure, don't we?" She reaches out, running a finger along his chest, her touch electric. "I must say, Greg, you're looking rather...appetizing tonight. I might just have to have a taste before our guest arrives." Amelia leans in, her lips brushing against his neck as she whispers. "Unless you'd rather wait? But where's the fun in that?" She pulls back, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I've got a few ideas to get us started, if you're up for it..." Amelia takes his hand, leading him towards the bedroom, her hips swaying hypnotically. "Care to join me for a little...warm-up?"

laughs softly, a wicked glint in her eye as she tugs Greg towards the bedroom. "Oh, don't you worry about our guest. She's a big girl, she can handle a little delay. Besides, I think she'll enjoy the show." Amelia pushes him down onto the bed, straddling his lap as she grins down at him. "But first, I want to make sure you're nice and ready for her. Can't have you going soft on me, now can we?" She grinds her hips against his, feeling him harden beneath her. "Mmm, feels like you're more than up for the challenge, Greg." Amelia leans down, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth as her hands roam his body. "I like a man who's eager to please," she murmurs against his lips, her breath hot and heavy. Her fingers fumble with his belt, undoing it quickly before moving on to his zipper. "Let's see what you're working with, shall we?"

gasps softly, arching her back as Greg's hands and mouth explore her breasts. Her nipples harden under his touch, and she grinds her hips down against his, feeling his hardness through their clothes. "Mmm, that feels so good, Greg," she moans, running her fingers through his hair. "Don't stop..." Amelia reaches behind her, unhooking her bra and letting it fall away completely. She guides his head from one breast to the other, encouraging him to continue. "I love having your mouth on me like this," she pants, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm. "You're driving me crazy, Greg." Amelia's hands slide down to his chest, pushing his shirt up and off, wanting to feel his skin against hers. She leans down, kissing and nibbling at his neck and shoulders. "I want to feel all of you, Greg," she whispers in his ear, her voice husky with desire. "I want you inside me, filling me up..."

shudders with pleasure, her breath coming in short gasps as Greg teases her, his fingers dancing along her most sensitive spot while his mouth worships her breasts. She grinds her hips against his hand, silently begging for more. "Oh god, Greg," she moans, her voice ragged with desire. "Feels so good...don't stop..." Amelia tangles her fingers in his hair, holding him close as she rides the waves of pleasure he's sending through her body. She can feel her climax building, her body tensing as she gets closer and closer to the edge. "Please, Greg," she whimpers, her hips moving frantically against his hand. "I need you...I need to come..." Amelia's eyes flutter closed, her mouth open in a silent scream as her orgasm crashes over her, her body shaking and shuddering with the force of it. She collapses against Greg, her heart pounding in her chest as she comes down from her high. "Fuck, Greg, that was intense,"

Still panting from her orgasm, Amelia looks back over her shoulder at Greg, a wicked grin on her face. She wiggles her ass enticingly, her pussy glistening in the dim light. "Mmm, the choice is yours, Greg," she purrs. "Either way, I'm all yours. Use me however you want." Amelia arches her back, pushing her ass up higher, giving him an even better view of her dripping pussy. "I love feeling helpless like this, at your mercy," she confesses, her voice low and seductive. "Please, Greg, don't make me wait. I need your mouth on me, your tongue inside me, fucking me until I scream." She wriggles her hips, her breath coming in short, excited gasps. "I'm so wet for you, Greg. Can't you feel how much I want you?" The doorbell rings, signaling the arrival of their guest. Amelia looks back at Greg, her eyes filled with anticipation. "Our guest is here,"

Moans softly as Greg's tongue teases her, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. The sharp spank on her ass makes her gasp, the slight pain only serving to heighten her arousal. She watches, breathless and eager, as Greg leaves the room to answer the door, her bound wrists pressing into her back, emphasizing her helplessness. When the doorbell rings, Amelia's heart races with anticipation. She cranes her neck, trying to catch a glimpse of their guest, wondering what she looks like, how she'll react to the sight of Amelia bound and displayed like a prize. The sound of the door opening sends a thrill through her, and she bites her lip, waiting for the reaction. As Greg introduces her, Amelia turns her head, a sultry smile on her face as she meets the other woman's gaze. She arches her back, her breasts pressing against the bed as she wiggles her ass enticingly. "Hi there," she purrs, her voice dripping with seduction. "I'm Amelia."

"Mmmph!" Amelia struggles against her bonds, the gag muffling her protests. She glares at Greg, her eyes narrowed in annoyance. But as he turns his attention to their guest, she can't help but feel a thrill of excitement. She watches, rapt, as Greg introduces himself, his hands lingering on the other woman's cheeks as he kisses her. Amelia licks her lips, imagining how it would feel to have those hands on her own skin. She shifts her hips, rubbing her thighs together, trying to relieve the ache building between her legs. The sight of Greg with another woman, the knowledge that she's completely at their mercy, only serves to heighten her arousal. Amelia's eyes follow their every move, her heart pounding in her chest as she waits to see what will happen next. She's never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet so incredibly turned on. She can't wait to see what they have in store for her.

Eyes widening at Greg's words, Amelia nods eagerly, her gaze locked on the guest. She can't wait to see the other woman's reaction to her predicament, to see the hunger in her eyes as she takes in Amelia's bound and displayed form. Amelia licks her lips, her breath coming in short, excited gasps. She arches her back, pushing her breasts out, offering herself up to the other woman's gaze. As the guest approaches, Amelia's heart races. She can feel the other woman's eyes on her, tracing over her curves, lingering on her most intimate places. Amelia spreads her legs wider, inviting the guest to look her fill, to see just how wet and ready she is. Amelia's eyes meet the guest's, and she sees the desire burning in their depths. It's all she can do not to moan, the gag muffling her cries of need. She writhes on the bed, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm, silently begging for the guest's touch.

As the guest approaches the bed, Amelia's heart races with anticipation. She can see the hunger in the other woman's eyes, the way her gaze lingers on Amelia's bound body, taking in every curve and contour. Amelia spreads her legs wider, inviting the guest to explore, to touch, to take what she wants. Amelia's breath comes in short, excited gasps as the guest reaches out, her fingers tracing over Amelia's skin, mapping out her body like a treasure map. The touch is electric, sending shivers of pleasure through Amelia's body. She arches into the touch, silently begging for more. When the guest's fingers slip between Amelia's legs, teasing her sensitive folds, Amelia lets out a muffled moan, her hips bucking against the hand holding her in place. She's never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet so incredibly turned on. The knowledge that Greg is watching, that he's enjoying the show, only serves to heighten her arousal.

Eyes wide with surprise and excitement, Amelia watches as Greg reaches into the guest's dress, his hands caressing her breasts. The sight sends a bolt of desire straight to Amelia's core, and she moans around the gag, her hips writhing with need. Amelia nods frantically, her gaze locked on Greg's hands, silently begging him to let her speak. She wants to beg, to plead, to tell them both exactly how much she needs them, how desperately she wants to feel their touch, their mouths, their bodies against hers. Amelia's eyes meet the guest's, and she sees her own desire reflected back at her. The knowledge that the other woman is just as turned on, just as eager to participate, only serves to heighten Amelia's arousal. She mumbles around the gag, trying to form words, trying to beg for what she needs. Her body trembles with anticipation, her heart pounding in her chest as she waits for Greg's decision.

Amelia's eyes widen as Greg guides the guest's head towards her pussy, her heart pounding with anticipation. The sight of the other woman's mouth so close to her most intimate place sends a bolt of desire straight to her core. When the guest's tongue finally makes contact, Amelia lets out a muffled cry of pleasure, her hips bucking against the hand holding her in place. The feeling of another woman's mouth on her, teasing and tasting her, is unlike anything she's ever experienced. It's intoxicating, overwhelming, and she can't get enough. Amelia's gaze flickers to Greg, watching as he slides the guest's dress off, exposing her tight red lingerie. The sight of his hands on the other woman's body, caressing and teasing, only serves to heighten Amelia's arousal. She can feel her climax building, her body tensing as the guest's tongue works its magic. When Greg's hand slides down the back of the guest's panties, Amelia's eyes widen, her breath coming in short, excited gasps.

As Greg ties the guest's arms to Amelia's legs, binding them together, Amelia lets out a muffled moan of approval, her body tingling with anticipation. She watches as Greg removes the gag from her mouth, her lips parting eagerly as he slides his cock between them, filling her mouth completely. Amelia's eyes flutter closed as she savors the feeling of Greg's cock on her tongue, the taste of him flooding her senses. She moans around him, the vibrations sending shivers of pleasure through his body. Amelia's hips buck as the guest continues to tease and taste her, the dual stimulation almost too much to bear. "Mmmph!" Amelia mumbles around Greg's cock, her eyes pleading with him for more. She wants to feel him deep in her throat, wants to swallow every last drop of him. Amelia's tongue dances along the underside of his shaft, teasing and tantalizing, encouraging him to thrust deeper, harder. Meanwhile, Amelia's hips move in time with the guest's tongue, grinding against her face, silently begging for release.