Apart for her new hatred sandals, Emily was wearing only a white silk halter top without a bra, maybe too tight for her big bosom, that was perfectly ...evealed in transparency (especially her long big nipples) and remained completely nude on the sides, and some Max Mara elegant shorts, too tight as well, that hugged her big rounded ass entering her crack and sometimes even her big labia. Sarah instead had only a simple white linen minidress, transparent enough to reveal that she didn't wear any. She and her husband had three smart, amazing children. Not April or Paula intelligence, but it’s enough to have all three given a scholarship to the private school opening next week in their new location. My daughter and son-in-law did dumb stuff when they were in high school and when they should have been going to college. Now they work two jobs each to pay off their debt and care for their children. While someone may have constructed that old school over a toxic waste dump or something. Mark is smiling, and he moves closer to me.We are talking and laughing and sipping our drinks. Mark's hand is now on my thigh, and he is moving his hand up and down my leg. I am aroused, and not sure what he has on his mind.He moves my dress up higher on my leg. He moves my panties to one side. He starts to rub my clit and moves his fingers around my pussy. His fingers are knuckle deep, as he is turning and twisting his fingers in my wet pussy. I start to moan quietly. I am trying to keep it. As the old man started to drive off, now she got the worst of the tools from the bench box. First, nipple clamps were latched onto Cheryl’s pierced nipples, eliciting a whimper and a bit of fidgeting. The clamps were connected by a delicate chain, and a second chain led to yet a third clamp, which Lydia now pulled down to clamp the poor girl’s clit. Each clamp was tightened until their imprisoned nipples and clit were bright red and searing with pain. Cheryl groaned, her eyes fluttering.