"Hey, it's just like being on the beach last year," I said.I remembered last year when she and her 17-year-old sister stripped down to their bikinis a... our local beach. My words seemed to have an effect for she started dancing again and ignoring my flashes.I put my camera down and together we danced some more."You are very naughty," she slurred.I kissed her then and let my hands roam over her almost naked body. Her new bra had a front-opening clip and my fingers soon found it. Like I said. "She grabbed my leash again and motioned me to get up.She guided me over to a brightly lit area and attached the end of my single glove to a pulley. She pushed a button on the wall and my gloved hands rose skyward. When Melba stopped, my ass was exposed, my single-gloved arched high, my body stooped, but my hooded head at eye level with the bottom of her white latex outfit. She pulled up the front of her dress so that I could see the outline of her panties. My eyes widened as I stared at her. A very respectable older gentleman. He sat down in the seat next to me and I learned his name was Earl and he was headed to Manchester to visit with some old friends from university. He had a kind smile and he was a little bit cheeky. He started asking me how I did I like English women. We started speaking in hushed tones because although there weren't any other passengers around us, there was a church group of older ladies sitting together at the front of the coach. Because of his forthright. She arrived sharp at 6 and I talked to her for sometime and said there is a change of plan, I don’t need a massage, what I need is an oil bath, she said ok to that too and I asked her to bring oil from the kitchen.I stripped to my shorts and sat on a chair facing the mirror and she started to apply oil on my body, half way through, I suggested to her that why not she remove her saree or else it would get oily and her husband would suspicious,this made sense to her and she also stripped and wore.