." Vickie stammered with growing humiliation."You let somebody fuck your ass without your mistress' permission?" Yes." Vickie said relieved that the f...cts were now out."OK, you can use my office to make up your form and print copies of it. Why don't you use my PC," the Coach gestured at the computer setting on his desk, "and make it a really official looking entry form?" The Coach locked the door to his office, "but you have to do it naked, and with my cock up your ass." Vickie could barely. It wasn’t until I saw Sarah’s car in the driveway that I remembered that there might be a surprise waiting for me. I found Sarah in the living room designing clothes on her pad of paper. “You snuck out early,” I noted. “Things to do; places to see,” Sarah responded. We kissed and I went upstairs to put some things in my room. “Do I have some kind of surprise coming?” I asked as I re-entered the living room. “I’m going to treat you to dinner,” Sarah indicated with an impish grin on her face. I. D or MI6 were following Venita, they would be highly suspicious of the inordinate amount of time she spent gazing in shop windows. However circumspect the agents were, they would believe she was being evasive and that she had somehow discovered her covert surveillance. She was trying to put them off the scent by innocently window-shopping. They would never discover her secret life. ‘Venita, look at you. You spend too much time in the sun. You should cover your head, look at that skin. How can. I think jeans casual! No bra, no panties, almost see through blouse, and workout shoes.”She took an extra fifteen minutes in the bathroom, putting on makeup and shaving her pussy! It was smooth as a baby’s butt!“Greg!” she called. “I’m ready, let’s go before I explode!”Greg came from the kitchen and was similarly dressed. “Shall we enter your fantasy then?”“Oh God yes!” Emma said.They took the elevator to the Bar/Dance floor. As soon as they entered the Bar they each scanned the entire place.