“Ah, I guess we can arrange another day, you know?” Leka said, getting up from her bar stool.I moved the buzz-cam back a little, so that it took i... a little more of the lake cruiser.“Leka, where are you?” her husband asked.“I’m on Lake Gara,” Leka said, running her hand through her hair and adjusting her bikini top, “The client has rented a lake cruiser for the day.”“I see. But how is it I’m seeing this view of you? Your phone is on the bar there,” her husband queried.“Oh, the client has this. My dark brown eyes locked with his baby blues. He then smiled and said, "Alright, baby, let me take care of you." This was code. He wanted to fuck and fuck real bad. He cleared his desk enough for me lay on my back. He pressed down on my hamstrings, causing my hole to be further exposed. He then thrusted his tongue into my hole. I let out an involuntary moan as he continued to rim me. I wriggled and writhed under his oral expertise. Finally, when he thought I was sufficiently prepared to take. Fuck you, I said. He grabbed hold of my dress and tore down ripping off most of the buttons, fucking strip or we will mess you up, he repeated. I undone the rest of the buttons not wanting to piss them off any more and removed my dress, then unclipped my bra and removed that allowing my tits to bounce free. I now only had on my tiny black thong. And the fucking panties he said. I pulled them down and threw them at him. He grinned, sniffed them and put them in his pocket. I now had only my high. The swimming suit color matched her hair,crow black and short cropped. The upper section of the suit was pulled down to her waist, exposing her pale white shoulders,back and arms. One could discern the loose rolls of her belly fat, skin pallid from the long winter, soft and exposed to the noon sun. It appeared she was smiling. As I drew up closer, she lifted herself, pushing her upper torso up and to my amazement exposing her large soft creamy white breasts. They were pendulous things.