A number of the clothes have bare backs, see-through blouses, slits up the skirts and even bare fronts.The models were not your average anorexic girls...with small or no tits at all. No, we were a healthy bunch with 34C – 36D cup sizes and beautiful tans. White, bronze and black skins glistened and glowed under the bright lights.The dressing area looked like a hurricane flood swept through the room. Girls ran from the ramp to their wardrobe change, peeled off everything and slipped into the next. "It suits you, slut." Carol said. "Now I want you to fuck me with it. But not from the back the way you like it, like a dirty bitch dog. I want you to fuck me face to face."Carol arranged herself on her back with her head on the soft peach and white pillows, and her legs wide open. She reached to the side and grabbed another big pillow and slid it under her arse, raising her pussy high in the air. She beckoned me with her finger, then curled it round a slid it in to her pussy."Fuck me now,. Philippa’s delicious pussy was now glistening with a coat of viscous creamy juices. John loved the taste of his wife’s sweet young pussy. She had that tangy peachy sweet acidity of a young pussy. Philippa’s own sweet juices had mingled with some of John’s oozing seed. Occasionally as he sucked John could detect the subtle hints of his own salty grittiness mingled with the tangy pungent warm juices he was drinking in. Small bits of his come had dribbled down to his wife’s tight opening. John. Whoosh, thwack. “My name is Petra, I must respect Mistress Ruth, I must not speak without permission.”Whoosh, thwack. “My name is Petra, I must respect Mistress Ruth, I must not speak without permission.”This continued until Pete had received all 18 strokes. The pain was excruciating and the cane had left Pete’s cheeks covered in red marks where it had landed. Mistress Ruth had been clinical in the way she had administerd the cane so that each stroke landed in a slightly different place.“Now.