The old me, the formerly free me, thought I should have something to say about displaying my body like this. But the new me was quickly learning that ...uch choices belonged to our masters! Sometimes I would refuse to do what they demanded of me. But my labia would always moisten when they would succeed in coercing me to do what at first I had refused! Perhaps I had a subconscious desire to be coerced!Finally the meeting was over. Mr. Zigler crooked his finger at me and indicated I should follow. My fingers digging into the bikini bottoms and pulling them down.The sight of her smoothed shaved pussy coming into my view. Her labia mound was swollen and just a slit showed. No lips or clit in sight as I reached her feet and as she lifted each foot so I could remove the thong I kissed her just over the top of her slit. Then my hands slid up the back of her firm toned legs feeling the muscles of her calves and then her thighs. As I reached her firm ass I grabbed each cheek as she had done to. Peter could put a horse to shame. 'Give me that beer then. Don't just stand there!' Thomas started, and rushed across the room. Opening the beer for Peter. Peter took the beer and grinned at him. 'I must admit Thomas. You have a good taste in women. Doesn't your wife looked just gorgeous?' He nodded down at Suzanne. Thomas followed his gaze down. His wife was kneeling. Her eyes closed. Her mouth covered the end of that huge cock. She was struggling to get a few more inches in her. She gasped and tried to pull away but his hand tightened around the back of her neck until she yelped, and his other hand moved over her pussy lips, two fingers running over them. She knew he could feel how wet she was and that made her want to cry a little more, but it also made her want to moan. "You must like the idea that someone might see you. And when it's so cold out too." Daddy, please stop." She was squirming again when his fingers slipped between her pussy lips and found her clit, and.