I said where is your top? She said it's outside, I don't want tan lines on my tits , is that all? Well yeah I said , OK have fun. She hurried back out... It was the same with each of the wife's out there, one by one they would come through headed to the John. Some like my wife where topless. Not all of them where what I'd call hot. Several where soccer moms. Belly fat and chubby thighs. My wife was by far the cream of the crop. At five foot four and one hundred pounds even , her thirty four b cup. Claire smiled and replied “Trust you – ok ill be up soon – warm the bed up” whilst giving him a quick slap on his tight ass.As she moved towards the man selling paintings, he gave her a very predatory look and resumed speaking Italian directly at her.She quickly stopped him – and tried to explain she didn't speak Italian and that she was English.“Ah English yes? You English girls are very beautiful mmmm you are stunning” Implied the man. Claire took the compliment very strongly as she blushed. .. wet!" Each thrust now was just PURE ecstasy! Her eyes were shut tight! The HOT-WET friction of his COCK ... hammering IN-AND-OUT of her FLUSH, dripping CUNT. IN-AND-OUT AND IN-AND-OUT AND IN-AND-OUT. Each stroke pushing her quickly towards that pique ... ... that pique with just those last two or three strokes that it takes ... in JUST the right place ... to push you OVER THE EDGE! That last, PERFECT thrust- that sends a RUSH through every part of your body ... every muscle ... every. The ones thatlined up on the sides of my cock head. My eyes were wide with fear as Irealized what was coming.No clamp this time as the chastity held me firmly. She mounted the thirdneedle in the handle and gently lifted my caged cock. My slave clit asshe said it would be referred to in the future. She licked my slave clitthrough the cage until it was pulsing trying without hope to engorgeitself. When it was excited enough to please her she took the needle andsmiled at me holding it up for me to.