We strolled, looking at everything from shells to the neighbouring beach houses. Occasionally we held hands. It seemed we both benefited from the earl...er discussion. Of course occasionally too I got to see and understand more of Gail’s physique without being rudely obvious. A couple of times she crouched down to look at shells. Her thighs were apart and her genitalia clearly visible. Her pudendum bulged in a massive mound. Large fat labia hung down in a waterfall of pink flesh many centimetres. ..she started licking my asshole and gently fingering my ass...It was the first time I was tight..she said relax and unclinch and spread your legs. I did. she was gentle but I was feeling some pain. with one hand she was jerking me off, but my cock had gone soft..she started blowing me and her piercing rub against my forehead making the little guy rise to the occassion. She was soo good at it I blew my wad in her face. She licked he cum off her reacable areas and continued sucking me off.. She lifted her head to look at him as he replied, “Dear one, simply playing with you gives me such pleasure. You never need to worry about what I want.” He grinned evilly, “After all, I will simply take what I want, when I want it. You are, in case you’ve forgotten, my sex slave.”She protested innocently, “But Master, I need to practice my deep throating. You did tell me that I had to practice every day.”He looked at her, disapprovingly. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say my little slave girl. I had hoped to get some rest after three tiring, yet satisfying days in Austria’s beautiful capital. Apart from being tired, I was a bit worked up; I had met this young lady in a Vienna bar and had made quite an impression on me. Nothing happened: but at a certain moment late at night she confided in me that she was bisexual. That sparked off fantasies of her, my lovely wife, and me in the middle. An image I still crave…The KLM stewardess in her crisp blue two-piece started making conversation.