The video started showing him coming out of the blanket and started fucking. It was fucking erotic to see that. We both know it is fake fucking over t...e cloth. I told him, “Watch carefully your facial expressions.” We started watching his facial expressions.The video started showing his facial expression. It appeared fake as he is trying to act like getting orgasm. We watched till end and I turned it off and looked at him. We both covered blanket up to our chest so that boobs are not openly. But no. She kneels in front of her best friend. She gathers up the emerald green dress and offers it to Fiona. Now she is exposed from the waist down. “See, Fiona has dressed correctly.” I step to the side and see a beautiful vision. The bridesmaid has no knickers or stocking on, just a pair of green high heels. Even her ‘chestnut’ pussy was waxed bald.As if what has already happened wasn’t a shock, the bride moved in closer blocking my view. I move closer and watch in ore as she runs her. We were feeling no pain. We had been at the beach off and on all summer and our skin was dark brown, but even that didn’t stop the sun from burning us. Looking down, I noticed that the cooler was empty. ‘Shit Simon, we are out of beer,’ I said, looking through my sunglasses to ice just floating in the cooler. Looking at my watch I said, ‘That was 4 dozen cans of beer in 3 hours man.’ Simon glanced down at the cooler with a drunken stare. ‘Bummer’ he said as he looked at the ice floating in. "She loves to study, she sings, she plays the Harpsichord, she is very accomplished and will very soon be the complete courtesan," Madame explained, "Once we have her, ah, bottom loosened up sufficiently." So why tell me this?" I asked."She is too good for the provinces my lord," Madame suggested, "She could serve the highest ranks my lord, Dukes, Princes and indeed Kings." "And you have had an offer?" I surmised."Indeed, an establishment alongside the May Fair ground in London," Madame.