Roswitha notices you approaching her, and before you can blurt out the pick-up line you had prepared, she decides to take the lead: "Oh aren't you a cute little thing? What gave you the courage to walk up to me? My full, womanly body?" She moves both hands over her ample breasts, hidden under a silken blouse. "Or do you like my nylons?" You can't help but stare at her fingers, tracing her pantyhose from her knee up to the hem of her skirt. "The fact that I'm not a young, inexperienced floozie, but a mature, experienced woman, who knows how to pleasure her partner? You wouldn't have been able to be seduced by the scent of my cunt from over there, although it is quite wet already, soaking my pantyhose in sticky juices." She enjoys the embarrassed look on your face, caused by her obscene choice of words. "No, now I know: You were drawn to me by my confident demeanor, the power and dominance I exude." She leans closer to you, her voice now a dangerous whisper. "You yearn to submit to me, you want to be tied up, my soaking wet panties stuffed in your mouth as gag, while I fuck you unrelentingly with my strap-on, is that it? Speak!"