Her eyes hard and bright in the mirror, her gaze unblinking, she traces each stripe in turn, glancing downwards from time to time as I try not to moan...at her touch.By the time she has traced her canvas, all of it, pain and pleasure have merged into one and I can no longer tell one from another.Her hand falls away.When she speaks her breath is hot in my ear and her voice a purr.“Kneel for me now, David.”I kneel as instructed, and as I lower my head, the swish of her skirt and the click of her. They sat at our table and took turns to dance with my wife… And they all touched her round buttocks while dancing…Around midnight we finally told them that we were leaving.The four black guys then said that they also should be leaving and Ana immediately offered them a lift. Before leaving my wife said she was going to the ladies room and when she came back she gave me her tiny red thong and asked me to keep it for her.She smiled to me and kissed me deeply, whispering in my ear she was ready. " As soon as you change...," Kathy said mysteriously.* * * * *The locker room was like any other, rows of lockers against the walls with benches in front of them. Mitch found an empty locker and put his swim bag down next to it. In a few minutes, he was wriggling into his suit, a green loose-fitting pair of trunks. He put on a pair of matching sandals, tossed his bag in the locker, and walked towards the showers. He could see himself in a mirror near the door. He looked to be in pretty. She grabbed his hand and held it to her face, feeling his warmth against her skin. She moaned softly, and licked the tip of his finger with the tip of her tongue. Her eyes rose and met his, discovering her talents were working upon his desire once more. He stared down at her with a soft smile as she slipped his finger gently past her lips and began to suck on it softly. She slowly moved it back and forth, squeezing it in her oral grasp, moaning so softly that he could barely hear her. “You.