When the sun went down, the girls came back to the hotel. I waited for them, until both girls dressed and headed out for having dinner and a night of ...ancing and drinking for sure. I noticed my wife was braless. I could see her hard nipples pushing the thin fabric of her white blouse. I also saw that Helena was not wearing a thong under her tight white trousers. After having dinner at a small restaurant, they headed for a disco.I noticed at the dance floor that most of the white women there. ‘At this point, I don’t think that will take long,’ she confessed. ‘No man has ever made me feel like this.’ She had never had a partner who could bring her to climax without help from something battery-operated. She had a good feeling about John. A really good feeling. She watched as his face moved between her thighs, which were spread wide for him. His fingers separated her folds, and his touch sent fire radiating through her. Slowly, his soft tongue trailed up to her clit, teasing. Her. Even showing her hands in public was frowned upon, though not punished. Showing her feet, while unseemly, would be less tolerated, but still met with a frown and not actively castigated. Anything else, even the flash of an ankle or wrist, was not tolerated. The first infraction would mean a public flogging of twenty lashes. The punishment would increase for any further infractions. If she violated the mandate enough, she would either be publicly stoned or publicly crushed.She hated growing. “Like I said, you’re beautiful. You know, Jamal and I have never seen a women’s breasts before. Well other than in magazines or the internet. I was wondering whether you’d consider showing us your tits.” As expected, Jamal turned to Jerry and looked at him like he was nuts.“You want to see my tits,” Maria asked? “Do you promise not to tell anyone? I wouldn’t want to get in trouble or anything.” “Oh, no Maria,” Jamal piped up. “I promise we’d never tell anyone. Will you really show them.