My George would be first in line given half a chance!'And Jane had laughed through her tears and hugged Elsie to her and allowed her to wipe her tears...away.And then hesitatingly at first and then like a dam once breached Jane poured out her heart to her friend. And Elsie, without seeming in any way to pry, had said just enough to edge Jane, for the first time in her life, into opening up on her private life: her needs, her hopes, her disappointments, her longings. Once started it all just. I couldn't believe the next thing she forced on me. Imagine a long sheath, shawl collared, sleeveless, a single button at the waist, held secure by a wide belt in gold lame, that swelled into a mid-calf length full skirt that was open in front to show my legs, all done in a gold and green brocade. Add some cheap plastic, jangling hoops and bracelets. I hated it but Jeannie shushed me quiet and walked me out of there. Next thing I know, we are stopping by Raoul's villa, and Jeannie is slipping. “For fuck sake, clean his crack properly and the rest of him”. Shouted the wife over the noise of the water.Adding soap to the sponge, I rubbed each cheek before squeezing the sponge between into his crack“That’s it, open up those cheeks, clean that shit hole”. Instructed the wife.As the homeless man obliged by opening up his crack I rubbed up and down the crack, the hairs thick and matted eventually gave way as the shit from god knows how many unwiped shits was washed away. “Turn round” barked. He smacked her once… twice… three times with the whip. Pausing to rub the sting away, he knelt down on one knee and started to nibble her ass cheeks, biting harder, leaving tiny marks. “Do you want me” he asked. “Yes, yes I do” she replied in a barely audible voice. He smacked her ass again harder several more times. Moving to stand directly behind her, Spreading her butt cheeks and pushing her thong to one side, he pushed two fingers inside her dripping pussy. She went instantly tight around.