Everyone took a big sip of their drink and began shedding our clothes. We were all tryin to be polite, but it was obvious we were all secretly looking...one another up and down. My wife was not completely shaven down below because I like some hair. And we were delighted to see the same of the other wife. Although she had the sexiest red muff I have ever seen, and I had to keep myself from gawking at first. Her tits were small, and I instantly noticed the husband taking in my wife's very full. He took his hand off my dick and brought it to his mouth. He placed his fingers in his mouth and sucked and licked my juice off his fingers. That was so hot I want to taste it too. So I reached up and ran my finger over his cock head and got a big drop of precum off his dick head. I then brought my finger up to my mouth and licked his precum off my finger. It tasted really good kind of nutty and a little bitter but good. I knew I wanted more and I knew he did too. I reached over and took his. Irene gasped. She dug her nails into his back. “Too much,” she panted.Martin lay on his back and grasped the base of his shaft. Irene climbed atop him and he guided himself into her. They locked legs and he held her across her shoulders. He began stroking her back.She lay still atop him. He felt her snuggle her face against his shoulder and neck. “This feels good,” she said. “I like how you smell, too.” She squeezed him. “I need this, Martin.”He ran his hand along her back and down to her. Quickly, she was bound, her wrists and ankles locked to a tall, wooden rack that stood in the centre of her tent.Elaheh circled her slowly, her hands running over the soft skin, her skin lightly coloured from the sun. She took her time examining her once trusted slave.'It is not so easy in these times and in this place to live as a woman, ' she pondered, 'But with my power I am able to do what many men can only dream of.'Born in Oxford she had none of the strict traditional notions of how.