Fashion models have no personal embarrassment about their bodies. Over two years I attended many fashion shows in which she took pride of place, and t...e number of naked and semi-naked bodies in the single change room was stunning. There were dressers, hairdressers, make-up artists, assistants, runners and even set dressers running to and fro like blue-arsed flies, and half of them were men. Only I seemed to be ogling however, which made my wife smile and shake her head, while the other models. I stop trying to take the dress off and try to pull it back on but thedress is stuck around my head. "Hold on little sister I will help you getyour pretty dress off. You should have un-tied the belt first." I feelher hands doing something on the dress guessing she is un-tying the belt."Okay there ya go little sister you can take your new pretty dress offnow." I ignore her saying it is my dress, as I pull the dress over myhead and I am standing only in panties. "I bet that feels better beingable. I could feel my cheeks blush with the rush of pleasure. David had finally entered me with his throbbing member. My hands were on his chest holding me up as I rode him. Gently, he placed his hands on my breasts caressing them, my nipples taken between the fingers. Moaning and panting with every movement. Looking into David’s eyes, I reached for his hands. Holding on, I began to lean back still thrusting on his groin. Pulling me back towards him, David sat up putting his arms around my waist, as. The final confirmation was her loosening my pants and pulling my engorged cock free from the clothes. She reached beside her and donned her sexy black gloves with a mischievous grind. She looked me in the eyes as she spread her legs and started stroking my cock. I don't know what was sexier; the sexy look in her eyes or black velvet gloves wrapped around my cock. It wasn't long before she had me close. I think she wanted me to cum like this, but I had other ideas.I spun her around and pushed.