We waited about a week before the oral lessons began. That gap in time was an extremely difficult for June. She was like an insect emerging from a coc...on. She wanted and needed sexual relief. We talked about our agenda for the main event. I told June it would be a three part lesson. For June, her part would be to give a tit fuck, sixty-nine, and a blow job/swallow. My job would be to give her a breast/nipple orgasm, sixty-nine, and cunnilingus to orgasm. The two of us determined we would need. Once we tried to start moving, the feeling of being one body shattered quickly. Instead, we were two people, trying to do something that required a lot of cooperation and coordination, but without any means to communicate.At first we tried to slowly drag ourselves towards the table, but quickly came to realise that we were just flinging our bound legs aimlessly. We made quite a lot of noise as we tried to work ourselves closer to the finish line. A few times we were worried that Susan might. I really didn't think my cousin would steal from his father's company. I was pretty sure that the accountant who wanted me to investigate wasn't playing some kind of game. In the end, I bugged four phones, and then sat back to see what I could find.After a lot of dead-ends, a most intriguing picture was snared in my net. It was part of a set of pictures that highly suggested that John and his wife were swingers. I would never have guessed. Even more intriguing was the size of his cock. I'm sure. "Let's go back," Illiana said. I think she was afraid that those kids could catch us here. It sure wouldn't be a good idea to be caught by a group of 12 to 14 year old kids."OK," I answered. More because there wasn't anything special to see around here then that I wanted to return to the hotel.We crawled down the dune on our tummies and then stood up when we were out of sight. Illiana looked and me and smiled."Your front is completely covered with sand," she said.I smiled back at her and said,.