“Yes can I help you?“I’m Jane from the hotel,“Oh I’m so pleased you rang me I would like to thank you for yesterday and if you would like to...come over to my studio this week I could show you the pictures we have taken for the brochure and if its ok with you I would like to take some more photos of you to keep in my studio to display my work,“I’m not sure about that what sort of photos are we talking about? What ever you want me to take, anyway see you say Friday,“Ok that fine it’s my day off I. Each time he did this, the material of my skirt bunched upwards, exposing more thigh for him to feel and caress. With each upward movement of his hand, I took a deep, slow breath, wanting his to push hard, to drive his hands into my crotch, to feel how damp my pussy was, to feel my engorged lips, my clit protruding from between my lips, aching for his touch. But with each pass, he slowed, pulling his hand back down. It got to be a game, in my mind, my hips almost arching, my thighs trying to. Get on your hands and knees! she ordered as soon as I was naked. One of her arm was outstretched and her index pointed to the floor in front of the couch. I was a little disappointed that I would not get to suck her boobs while she fucked me, but I knew it was not a good idea to disobey her. I let myself slide off the couch and got into position. I barely had time to offer her my ass that she was kneeling behind me, pressing the tip of her silicone spear against my engorged labia. Ready? she. 11.00 the next day they met up, went through the local market looking at the stalls, then on past an "Age Concern" antique shop. They wandered in, Sandra said " Oh look at that!" It was a martinet whip! She picked it up, it had about 12 thin strands of leather, 20" long leading from a leather covered wooden handle. " Bit kinky, are we?" asked Mike! " Just a bit Darling!" replied Sandra, who paid £3.00 for the whip, " Come on, let's go to that pub!"Off they went, Sandra had about 4 drinks fairly.