She had a subtle hint of lipstick, quite heavy pink eye shadow and a pair of pearl earrings. She was dressed in a gray skirt and a red shirt with a bl...ck cardigan over. We said hi and hugged each other before we started to walk around in the city, talking and laughing, enjoying the company.I kept looking at her trying to see if I could get a glimpse of her bra or some panty line under her skirt."What are you looking at?" she asked me."Im trying to see if I can see your bra or your panty line.. Then she hit the clamps on one of my nipples and held it just a little longer! My body shook in pain and I choked again on the rope. She hit both nipples repeatedly until I taught I was going to pass out but she stopped just before. I think she left me alone for a minute or so. All I could do was beg through my gag for her to stop. I would have done anything she wanted by then or at least tried. She got really close to me and kissed my gagged lips and pressed the prod on my? clit!. He spent extra time on my breasts and occasionally played with my nipples. He worked his way down to my stomach, turned me around and soaped up my butt and my crack.When I turned back around Greg had an erection that I could not ignore. I took the soap from him and started to wash his cock and balls. Cleaning him did not take long but I continued to play with his cock and actually started to masturbate him. Greg put his arms around me and put his hands on my ass and picked me up. I aimed his. Think about it ... later ... with me ... if you get my drift. I felt my boner starting already. Maybe if I sat down it wouldn't be so noticeable.Linda and Julie scooted apart so I could sit between them. This story was called "Peeking At Sister's Tattoo" and it was just dirty. I mean it was dirty in the old timey sense of being a nasty, dirty, spicy story. And it was different than his other stories. It was told different in a jerky kind of style.But it was hot. I mean if you were a dirty,.