He is gone only moments before returning to her. "I have your outfit here, and you will wear this at all times, am I understood slut?". "Yes, yes sir"...she answers. She was instructed to stand up straight but not to try to look back at him. There were large mirrors behind the bar, so she could see what he was doing, and going to dress her in. First he took a leather set of straps and placed it around her chest. The straps crossed in the centre of her breasts but covered nothing. A leather thong. With Liz holding Ellen's middle, hands front and back, she surprised herself by successfully doing a flip. The landing was wobbly, but she had done it. Ellen practiced over and over, Liz's helping less and less each time, until Liz stepped away and watched Ellen do it all by herself.Ellen was elated. Liz clapped and cheered.The first team of the second session filed in. With their arrival and, after profusely thanking Liz, Ellen proceeded to the boxing area. Still glowing from her flipping. She contorted her body, but I kept on teasing. I forced her to have an orgasm with my hands inside her. It was a strange feeling having one’s fingers squeezed, almost like a hand-shake, but from a vagina.My hand was soaking wet, after spending an hour inside a vagina. I dried my hand as she was recovering from the orgasm. I didn’t allow her to close her legs, as I wasn’t done with her yet. I gently wiped her vagina for her: it was something I dreamed about for a number of years.Her Friday. Folding his arms across his chest, Ante tried to hide his embarrassment. He was trying hard not to laugh, but her laughter was contagious as she doubled over holding her stomach. He couldn’t help but start to chuckle, and he was soon laughing as hard as she. Brad overheard their laughter. He leaned over the fence, observing them with interest. He watched Dez peel off the shirt, turning it the other way. He grinned when he realized what the giggling was about. Envy filled him. He’d do anything.