”“Thank you, Mistress June,” I automatically replied.Then Master Bruce said, “After we eat, I am going to drop anchor at a little sandbar isla...d that is perfect for skinny dipping.”He must have seen the look of surprise on my face because he laughed slightly and said, “Masters and Mistresses like to get naked under the sun sometimes too, little suzie, but only when we want to.”“And no one leads us through crowds naked on a leash,” Mistress June said. “That’s one of the big differences between a. He had me lean over the island in my kitchen on my elbows. His hands massaged my lower back and hips feeling wonderful. He slid back away from me and one hand massaged my back and the other slid down and was massaging my pussy. It did not take long and I had an orgasm. The next evening, he did the same thing, massaging my lower back then I suddenly felt his warm cock had been taken out and he was using it to massage my pussy. This was driving me crazy and it caused me to reach an orgasm. He did. There was a burning smell as he applied what looked like a small soldering iron to the cut. The bleeding stopped, and he quickly put stitches in all round the hole. As he tightened the thread, Mary saw that the outside skin was being joined to the inside skin, and she could see straight through the hole. It looked huge. Mr Faisal changed sides. She knew what was coming now, but could not do anything to stop it, and soon she was looking at a matching pair of holes. She watched as Fatima took. ”“You’ve got it Jessica!” enthused Ben. ~ ~An hour or so later they were at a table for two in a waterside supper club.Ben had ordered a small bottle of champagne; the ambience was romantic and cosy; a scattering of casual couples; some were mature men dining with younger females; like themselves.A baby-grand piano tinkled by a very small dance-floor and through the large picture window was a grand view of Sydney Harbour Bridge.Through the meal they had chatted with small talk; both avoiding.