’ Connie changed into her bathing suit, re-filled her wine glass, grabbed her newest trashy novel and then positioned her lounge chair on the sundec.... Connie kept her floppy hat on, but removed her cover-up exposing a cute yellow polka dot bikini. The sundeck was located between the cabin and the boathouse/art studio. Frank looked out his studio window and saw Connie. ‘There’s a pretty girl in a pretty suit.’ He grabbed his sketch pad and headed to the sundeck. ‘Connie, would you mind if I. She had heard the same question the previous Sunday when Frank had given his sermon on a reading from Corinthians. Suddenly her train of thought was interrupted by a flapping and fluttering of wings as the geese on the lake quarreled. A young woman in a bright red dress was throwing bread crumbs. Straight, jet black hair framed a narrow face with pale white skin, blue eyes and thin lips. Short and fashionable, with lips, shoes and purse co-ordinated to the exact same shade of red as her dress,. There is only one slave here tonight. You don't have to wear your collar if you would prefer not to."I tried not to show it, but I suddenly recoiled at the thought of removing my new collar for this man I had just met. More even than my wedding ring set, my collar had become the symbol of my bond to my husband. I was also suddenly struck by a fear that I had very badly misunderstood Charles again and that I was jeopardizing my future with him by choosing not to require Gena to choose a. She rode my mouth till she came in a gush of female cum. She let go of my head and fell on the bed. Shaking my head to clear my ears and get air to my lungs, I saw my fellow swingers in a sex-exhausted stupor. I wasn’t ready to quit yet, feeling my cock coming back to life ready for the next session.I wanted to get my dick into Andre’s pucker hole. I crawled over the sprawled bodies to where Andre was lying on his tummy. Using both hands I spread his ass cheeks apart and started licking his.