”As Marla finished her coffee and began to leave for her next class, both of the younger women had to wonder about the last part of her comment. The...way she said it made them wonder if perhaps she had some personal experience in that area. Bolder than Lauren, Marilyn asked just that. Pausing for a moment before walking away, Marla just smiled broadly at the question.The loud ringing of the bell cut off any further discussion, reminding both Lauren and Marilyn that they too had classes waiting. He got right into the nudist thing, and said he might even consider going to the beach with me. So I’ve made a convert!At that point, things got a little out of control. After the dinner and two bottles of wine, we started doing dishes together (I insisted on helping and he insisted on helping me help. ???) and one of us, I won’t say who, got soap suds splashed on her tits. So Mister Splashy gets dish water splashed on his chest, and a soap-fight ensued and when it was over we were both covered. They reached an agreement, and master pulled her to himself, telling her that she would be a good girl and do as the biker told her, or master would make sure to punish her soundly. She nodded her understanding as he pushed her towards the grinning biker, who caught her arms and pulled her the rest of the way onto his lap. She could feel his cock growing and pushing against his pants as his hands reached under her blouse and found her breasts, kneading the flesh and pinching her already hard. Sheasked me if I had a bra that I might be able to wear under the jacket. Idon't normally wear a bra outside of my home but I confirmed that I hadsomething to coordinate with the girdle and she smiled with approval,asking that I wear the bra.We met right on schedule in front of the restaurant. She rubbed her handon my back, feeling for the bra straps and clasp. She asked the color ofthe bra and I told her beige, to match the girdle. Good girl, she said.This had gone way past what I thought.