" I call.When you enter the room you gasp, your eyes wander over my body. I shift in my chair, my blouse falling open more. You take a seat on the sof... opposite me. Our gazes are locked on one another. My eyes fall to your crotch and I smile, you are excited already. Mmm. I watch you as I bring my hands to my chest, my fingers pausing to pinch my already erect nipples through the fabric of my bra.Your breath quickens, your excitement becomes more evident. "Touch yourself for me," your command. He would do it to whomever she directed the deed be done to. He was her slave. ‘Gawd, Mia, what was I thinking. I should have never let that girl get so close to me.’ Mia lips nipped playfully at the protrusion in his boxer’s. ‘David, you didn’t really fuck her did you?’ ‘Well, yes. I mean–well I. . .’ David stammered foolishly. ‘Naughty-naughty. Why would you want a young inexperienced college girl when you could have me?’ Mia teased as she finished pulling his pants off. David’s cock sprang. ”“ok, wake me when were nearby babes,” I laid my seat back a bit and started to doze. I could feel Peter waking me and as I come round I felt a cold breeze and realised my blouse was open and my tits were out, the window was open and my nipples were rock hard ,Pete was laughing, and there was a lorry driver along side us looking at my naked boobs, I was shocked but it turned me on and I started rubbing my nipples and turned them toward the driver, asking my husband how I got into this. ”“You speak French very well, Peter, but I can’t guess where you’re from. Sometimes you sound English-speaking and at others a bit Spanish,” said Jean-Louis.“Very astute,” I said. “I was in fact born and mainly raised in Argentina, also in the UK, and my family is of British origin. I was at St George’s School in Buenos Aires, very Anglo, so I’m bi-lingual in English and Spanish. You’re very observant.”“We’re from Paris originally but have lived down here for about ten years. I’m an.