Today wasthe day to test the usefulness of this desk.He brought her in first. His pet. He had ordered her tostrip and then put a belt he had made for ...er on. Thebelt had two small vibrators in it. Strong enough totease her, but not so strong as to bring her to orgasmor to be heard. He checked the clip on the belt to make sure it wasfirmly secured, and then switched the vibrators on. Shestood still, patiently awaiting his command.He then brought out a blanket and two nipple clampsfrom a drawer. I nibbled them, rubbed my face in her bosom, then brushed her hair aside so that I could sc**** her neck with my teeth, biting and sucking her soft skin. She was wearing jeans, and they were really starting to get in the way. I told her they needed to come off. That meant her boots also had to come off, and before I knew it, she was totally naked in the back seat of my husband's car. I started to lick her pussy. She was so wet already, and tasted so fucking good. I dipped my tongue inside her,. At the moment I looked in, she was reaching up and beginning to lower his zipper. I stood rooted to the spot as I watched her take out his cock and plunge her mouth all the way down on to more man-meat than I would have believed she was capable of swallowing.Gathering my wits, I turned away and hurried back out to the car to get my video camera out of the trunk. I said a said a quiet prayer to thank the gods that I had remembered to buy new tape and to charge my batteries. I was absolutely. “Uh, pardon me?”She indicated my shorts. “Clothes in the sauna. It is unhealthy. Les bactéries pousseront.”“Bacteria?” I said.“Oui. Enleve-les. Take them off.”I remember reading that in Sweden everyone used saunas naked. Men and women together. Something about nudity not being a big deal there, but I had also read it wasn’t so in places like France. In fact, I didn’t think saunas were a French thing at all. I explained my confusion to the woman.“Je ne suis pas de la France,” she said in.