Check. Another button undone on that dress. Check. Another one on the bottom, too. Check. Looking good and feeling good. Check and check.She walked u... Newbury Street. The air on this bright, clear spring morning was a bit chilly, but invigorating. She stopped at the French bakery. A cup of French roast in a real cup and saucer. Half a ham and cheese croissant. She poked at her book -- The Paris Wife -- while she mostly peered out the window and occupied herself with memories of her twenties.. And if he ever had many to chooseamong, to show reasonable good taste in his choices. That's what wouldqualify him to be with me and my girlfriends on Fridays.He'd nodded, and I'd smiled and brought out my darling's first heels ofhis own, in his own size, a simple court shoe, black with a three inchheel. And a turquoise pendant on a silver chain. He put them each on,and I told him they and things like them would occupy his Fridays fromnow on -- he'd wear them, get accustomed to them, learn. The men started filming. Ellie went to work on me lathering soap all over my body paying particular attention to my breasts and vagina. I let out a cry when she inserted her finger into my arsehole. I was then told to do the same to her. My fingers trembled as I soaped her body. She then turned around and bent over wriggling her behind. I looked at her puzzled."Stick your finger up her arse slut. We want to see you finger fuck her arsehole and your going to smile doing it." Gary said. I looked. " We both lay on the bed and she took off her knickers. I was delighted that when I touched her pussy it was soaking wet.I said, "What's got you so turned on?"Faye replied, "Do you promise you won't get mad?" I assured her that I wouldn't and she said, "Let me tell you about what happened tonight while you fuck me." She lifted her skirt up and pulled her tits out of her top. She guided my cock into her pussy and said, "I could see Henrik checking me out all night and I loved it. Every time he.