"Sorry," he said, as the waiter arrived with their drinks. "Was I staring?" Victoria swapped her now empty glass for afresh mojito."It's all right. It...s one of my favourite outfits. It's French. They copied the design from one of the Gobelins tapestries in the palace of Versailles." I'll try not to lose my head over it. Cheers!" Gregg lifted his glass. "And thanks for the invitation." Gregg was enjoying himself. Quite apart from the agreeable view of Victoria's legs as she sat back on the couch. I will never forget the sight of her laying with her legs spread waiting for me to put it in her. How she would rub her hands through her grey pubic hair before sliding her long fingers in side her self. Sure she had wrinkles about her face but her blue eyes seemed to sparkle knowing what was coming. We had fucked many times so she knew and loved that I lasted a lot longer after she gave me a blow job. So the second time she would be wet in anticipation of the hours of pounding she was going. I stopped, put the whip down and picked up the paddle, using it to smack Scarlett’s bottom. Each time it connected, she moaned out load. The force of the blows forced her forward, but she kept coming back for more.As my arm was now beginning to ache, I said, “Have you had enough punishment?”“Yes, for now,” she replied.I kissed Billies’ bottom first, then Scarlett’s. Both of them felt hot to the touch.I was not yet done with these two and went back to the bag. I pulled out a knife and two large. I called Gail as instructed. She sounded almost impersonal. "Ohyes, it's Bobbi, isn't it. Well, I do want you here at noon, andplan on making yourself available the rest of the day and well intothe evening. I assume that's no problem. Come dressed the way youleft me." And before I could reply she hung up. Carrie called an hour or so later, just as I was going to bedexhausted. As she always did at least once when away, to ask howthings were going. I'm sure I sounded nervous, edgy,.