She was used to wearing utilitarian undergarments. Sports bras, comfortable panties, things that moved when she did. She wasn't sure about all this la...e and silk, but she knew David would love it. He was forever pointing out models in the catalogues and telling her she would look great in the same outfit. Last year on Valentine's Day he bought her one of those silly red and black things - the lace so stiff it scratched the skin. She told him she would put it away for their honeymoon, and she. He smiled back just as coldly and said, "No sir, much worse. It is the feds."Mr. Baker burst out laughing and after a moment the rest of the room laughed with him."You are right Mr. Teacher Man," Mr. Baker said still chuckling. "The feds are much worse. My associates may kill you but the feds can chase you beyond the grave. They will rob your loved ones and never care if they are left on the street to starve." He shook his head as if at a memory and asked, "What is your name Mr. Teacher Man?". Lifting her legs high and open she allowed him access to her pleasure throne. In turn he continued inserting his fingers deeper and with greater urgency. In the low light of the moon her tiny asshole soon became a target. Gently brushing his finger over the area he noticed she did not flinch but groaned louder. Still fingering her pussy, he began to eat it again, but with a special plan in mind. His head was held steady as she bucked up and down his tongue, so he slipped to a lower angle.. Almost imperceptibly, Melinna's hips began to rock in smooth low waves. The motion only acted to invite the other gentleman even closer in. As he moved his face in to kiss along her long neck, his fingers moved up along the inside of her leg. Without breaking the kiss, her legs parted invitingly, moving her dress up and exposing her crotch. It seemed that she too had misplaced her undergarments. Lynn and I were treated to the sight of her fiery, dripping flower. Her pink engorged labia framing.