It’s just me and my flouncy pink dress on the sand. I glance around checking for you. You’re nowhere to be seen. I spare myself a trip to the car ...or a phone call. We still have time. I hike my dress up around my waist, baring my pussy to the far off horizon, as I make my way into the water. It’s clean shaven, save for a thin strip of dark brown hair on the front. I know that that you love to kiss me all around down there. Today, you won’t get your way, however. This afternoon, I plan to please. Just then sagar said ” can I see your sex session , please ” . we both were stunned , , i was over her , i stepped out , and foolishly , exposed her pussy to him , she tried to cover it , and crossed her legs , and placed her hands on her boobs , she was naked in front of him , i was too , sagar said sorry , and said ” i just watched for a few minutes , why did u people stopped , ” just then , my gf replied ” he lost his erection ” , finally he took his eyes off my gf and looked at me , i was. She heard rustling as he began to dress. Sam came in. ‘Oh! Hello Cathy! How are you?’ Sam looked around, confused. Were those tears on her cheeks? Why would John have hurt her? ‘Are…you okay?’ His voice filled with concern. ‘Sorry, Sam. I just got a little emotional. John’s getting dressed right now. By the way, call me Catherine, okay?’ She smiled and, taking a handkerchief from her purse, wiped her eyes, then took out her compact and tried to repair the tear damage. ‘Done, M’lady. John? You. “Stop doing that!” As he manoeuvred both breasts over the top of my padded bra (all the better to keep my temperature, sensitive nipples hidden). The shock of his cold hands on my tits, the cold hands of a security guard whose name I didn’t even know made me gasp. He held them in his hands weighing them and jiggled them up and down. “Get your hands off me!” I screeched, struggling, but all I was doing was increasing his sense of power, and giving him more reason to hold onto me tighter.