It was weird, but I always did everything to please Steph. I had even sucked a boy's cock because she wanted me to do it. I lifted my legs and slid th... soft underwear up, raising my butt to slide them the rest of the way on. I rolled off the bed and stood up. Looking down I felt kind of silly. At the same time, they felt good on me. They were softer and slicker than my white briefs. They had lace around the edges and were a pale yellow. Because they were made for girls, there wasn't really room. A very quiet morning was then spent with the Sunday papers ,Gill departing for home.As the morning went by he and Val both remarked how well they thought I’d performed andwondered if in future I’d be agreeable to taking things a stage or two further ; explaining thatwhilst floggings would be the prime component of the sessions , torture would also play amajor part of things and that in many sessions I would be on display so to speak ; available tobe used ; abused by others ; more often than. She simply drifted in the water as I walked onto the pool deck."How's the water?" I said clumsily."Wonderful," she said treading water on the far side of the pool. "I was wondering if you were going to sit at that window all night or come out and join me." She gave a slight laugh, as I looked startled. My amateur Peeping﷓Tom antics had obviously been noticed. I stumbled around a fruitless excuse before shrugging my shoulders in frustration.Marva played the whole situation cool. "Matt, stop. With her firmly under my control and my cock riding hotly in and out of her tight clasping young pussy, I began to give Susie the fuck of her young life. She was moaning and thrashing around on the edge of the bed in front of me, as I began to pound my dick in and out, in and out, over and over, bringing her higher and higher in her sexual arousal until she began to orgasm and her thrashing almost seemed like she was trying to slip off of my cock. But Susie wasn't going anywhere. She was.