She had 32B cup tits – they weren’t huge but they jutted out in the middle of her tan chest and looked like perfect half-circles sitting atop her ...hest. The piercings were ornate silver crosses dangling from her dark nipples and they looked painful. They were held in place by a metal skewer that went through the areola and not the nipple itself and then there was a pin through the nipple to keep the heavy cross from dangling. She had washboard abs and was clearly as fit as her brother although. “Your father is clearly an enthusiast of wine,” he enquired, cleaning the dust from his finger. “Oh, sorry,” she replied, lifting her shoulders in way of an apology. “I forgot to mention that my parents also own a vineyard and winery in Northern France,” she casually added, taking a bottle of wine from a rack, a playful smile pulling at her lips. “We’ll take this to the swimming pool.” “Swimming pool?” he echoed. A set of double doors led into a spacious glazed atrium at the rear of the. Her hands lingered on her nipples- more from the pleasure than from necessity. He was rubbing his cock vigorously now, his other hand cupping and kneading his balls. Her hands moved lower, over her soft tummy, then twisted back and rubbed her back as well. Her skin glowed pink now from the flow of blood to her skin. She took more lotion and lifting one of her legs onto the table started rubbing it from the foot upward. This revealed to him a glimpse of tender pink skin that made his mouth. Her back was turned to him so he couldn'tsee her but he could make out something baby blue colored. Carla toldhim to enter a dressing nook and to undress. As Jess begin to take offhis clothes he stood there in his briefs. He didn't know whether heshould completely undress. What exactly was he doing? "Give me all your clothes. Not just the shorts and shirt. I want yourshoes and underwear too."Jess hesistated but reluctantly submitted. He soon was uncomfortablynaked as he stood in the nook. Carla.