There are seven of us in the van - two couples, and two single guys,all into bondage and sexual humiliation, and I am their full-timeanything-goes toy...for the entire week - and judging by the amount ofvarious bondage and torture gear they packed into the van, it is goingto be a very busy week for me. But I can't complain - actually,physically unable - because... this was my idea! This is something Iwanted, craved and dreamed of - and it was my condition that I wouldhave absolutely no say in or. He must have known that Jean-Pierre and she were fucking. Some of the lingerie, in recent weeks, was so risqué, it didn’t leave much to the imagination.She knew he would get off on the photos, as he always got a set. Then he had got to sample the lingerie too. In fact, he got to keep it. She imagined he loved knowing she had it on for him; all part of what turned him on.Jo got to see Jean-Pierre, and some of the photos - the less erotic ones - were good and could help her with her modelling.. "Mom was standing at the door of the master bedroom clad in her panties. I hurried to her extending my arm to paw her bare tits. When my fingers touched her tit, I noticed dad was inside. I pulled my hand back as if bitten by a snake. He was lying back naked, his semihard cock bent down."Come in," mom said, turning back and walking to the bed.She climbed on the bed and bent over dad's cock, taking it in. I stood there not knowing what to do. She sucked on his cock for a few seconds, then looked. “...think I didn’t notice how he was looking at you. If I wasn’t in the car, you would have had him all over you. It just isn’t fair. I found him, so keep your paws off him.”Holly closed the bathroom door behind us, then seeing there was only one stall, I waited.“If you’re just going to stand there, I’m going first,” Holly said crossly as she entered the stall. “Shit, there isn’t even a door. Oh well. It’s not like you’re going to see anything you have seen before,” she sighed as she covered.