I made her a cup of tea while we sat there talking about the events that would be unfolding, mum said that we should go out to dinner, I agreed but sh... made a concession, that I dressed as a girl and she would not take no for an answer, “I have nothing to wear that remotely resembled girl clothes” I said and she smiled, “what about that little black dress you wear now and again” “black dress” I said feeling a little uncomfortable, “yes” she smiled, “I know you have been wearing it, and my. Joan turned on the barstool and the slit in front teasingly opened. She smiled at the gentleman and raised the martini glass in a salute to him. He had a partial view of her mound. She patted the barstool next to her and he got up and moved. He introduced himself as Dave and they shook hands. Their fingers lingered in each others' palm. They started talking, Joan sitting facing him with a hint of her mound showing. When she bent down to get her purse, her bare breasts were showing. He had a. My girlfriend told her to fuck me while she stood up and removed the rest of the clothing to reveal her tits and shaved pussy to the husband. My cock out I sucked on the wifes tits and reach under her skirt to pull her panties to one side, I sat on a chair and guided my cock into her wet gash and she moaned as the bell end entered her cunt. She removed all the clothing she could and pushed down to get as much of my cock in her pussy as she could. I squeezed and licked her tits and nipples and. “A slave-girl,” continued Miss Valdi, “has to adopt a number of postures immediately upon being so commanded. If she does not do so satisfactorily, she is, of course, punished. The postures are numbered. You would be advised to learn them fast. Now watch Renata.”A pause.“Renata... posture number 1.”The Italian sank to her knees, pressed her nose to the floor, thrust her hindquarters as high as possible and parted her thighs.“Oh God, it... it’s disgusting...” That was Debbie again. I did not.