We went into the sitting room and sat on the couch behind the door. The home had wooden floors so we could hear if someone approached. No one did, tho...gh and after we had the coffee and biscuits we soon embraced and began kissing. Peter ran his hand all over my back and shoulders and eventually his hands moved to my titties. This time I did not resist. He fondled them for a long long time making me feel as if I was floating in the clouds. I felt very warm between my legs and I was slightly. She asked if I was willing to look at some boudoir shots. I nodded eagerly. She brought out a large album that was filled with photos that ran the gamut from playfully modest, showing nothing but hinting at so much, to almost shocking. As I turned the pages what I realized that each picture was beautiful. She explained to me about their contracts, and the reputation that they had built back in France. My eyes were hungry for the next picture even as I lingered over the one I was looking at. In. I paused but agreed as it was bad enough trying to hide my hard on under my coat but if I had of said no getting home on the bus would be really awkward.We met up and she drove us to a lake about a half hour away.On the way I nervously explained it was my first time. She calmly put me at ease which helped but it didn't nothing to ease my trouser pressure.We walked to a somewhat secluded spot beside the lake bank and next I know my cock is in her mouth. I'm looking around and I can see passers. The bamboo fell across her breasts again and again until they began to blush with heat from the biting stings, until finally tears swelled along the lower lids of her eyes, then spilled over both cheeks. Just when she began to sob openly, he stopped. Then his hands were on her, cool lotion beneath them soothing the nagging burning, caressing the tender nipples back to life with expert care. He fondled her lovingly, cupping the firm meat of her breasts with hands both strong and forgiving, until.