"Don't, please! I'm begging, I'm begging, please don't." "That's really good begging, I must admit but sorry, I want your panties down!" And with that... I stripped her panties down to her knees."You bastard!" She cried."Oh, Sis, nice bush! What a sexy trimmed pussy you have!" I commended stroking her lightly haired sex."You fucking bastard you wait!" She threatened and started to twist again but unable to kick her legs as much as her panties were binding her knees."You need to keep the noise. Moving her high heels one at a time I removed her knickers fully and handed them to her. “Put them in his mouth” I instructed her.As she returned Id removed my shirt and unfastened my trousers. Slipping my trucks down we were both very close to Chris, his mouth full of her knickers. Soon I was naked and Marie needed some encouragement to touch my hard thick, shaved cock and balls. Making sure Chris could see her tentative fondling as it progressed to wanking my skin back and forth. My hand in. “Turn the laptop slightly so that it frames the doors to the balcony.”“Miss?”“Just do as I say.”She leant forward and the image on the screen shifted. The pair of doors now filled the screen.“Stand up and go over and open the doors.”“But it looks onto the street, Miss.”“If you are not going to do as you’re told I might as well sign off now. Do you want that?”“No, Miss. I’m sorry, Miss.”I watched as she scrambled to her feet and walked over to the doors. I looked up and suddenly there she was. I said I would ring him back and, after checking my records of his friend, as I knew the suburb where he said he lived and my intuition said he was O.K., I rang back and accepted. I asked him if there was anything he particularly wanted to tell me over the phone and he asked if I could bring with me a short, full skirt and would I please wear stockings, not pantyhose. I told him that I never wore pantyhose and that I would certainly wear a skirt that I thought he would like. My legs are one of.