He seemed quite sorry I'd lost but rather appreciative of my tits with the hard nipples. Play progressed and I felt a foot from his side of the table ...tart massaging my foot under the table. Somehow I didn't lose the next hand but everytime I reached for another card my arm brushed the side of my tit and I knew He (and you) were watching. Third hand I lost and I said that's the game, gentlemen, and he protested "why"?!? I unzipped my jeans and pulled them down and off and said "cuz I've nothing. Turning to look at the bed he noticed that there were a lot of different ways of fastening the girl down, cuffs, ankle cuffs, straps, even stirrups. Well they certainly meant to make it easy for the customer to thrash his chosen girl.A whip cracked just behind him and he turned, snarling at the girl to be more careful. Then he saw her ... or it ... or what?It was the most frightening nightmare creature he had ever seen. It had a definitely female figure, but other than that it was an apparition. The dunes looked deserted but almost immediately Heather put her finger up to her lips with a shoosh. We stopped dead in our tracks, and then I heard it too, a girlie sigh and then a male voice. Heather grabbed my hand and together we moved quietly up the next rise. Slowly we lifted our heads above the parapet and there before us was a couple making out. Heather looked at me and smiled, then her eyes locked back on the couple in front. They seemed fairly young, perhaps only a little bit older. The younger cute blonde boy unbuttoned the pajama top and kissed and licked the nipples of the French teen. Before the night of love making was over Gerard was fucking the younger so very cute blonde boy from behind as the pretty boy sucked his older friend. This was the first taste of anal sex with a cute boy for Gerard and he never looked back. It was that night when the English boys had anointed the French boy with the name "Cheval" but it was soon shortened to "Chev" so as not to have to.