Sally Anne had rinsed out my new white set of lingerie and saidshe would wear it and buy a tennis skirt. "The panties are sopretty they will be fine a... tennis knickers," she said puttingthem on.I put on my white panty girdle so my penis was well controlledand planned to buy some pretty tennis knickers and a skirt at theclub. I had a white blouse with me so put that on along with thewhite skirt I had worn travelling. It was just too long and toosmart to pass as a tennis skirt. We had both. From the sixth floor, comes in. He’s tall, slim, good-looking, and very married. He scans the room as he goes to an unoccupied spot on one of the two no-nonsense beige love seats. He doesn’t seem to notice Jerry or Tom, but his gaze does linger on Michelle, Judy, and me. I rub my clit, inviting his eyes to loiter on me just a little longer. He drops his pants and shorts in one quick move, grabs his semi-erect cock and jacks it to full strength, sending a glance my way now and again as he does.. The tank top was made of wife-beater material, very flexible & transparent, and I didn't bother to wear a bra, making it very easy to notice my ever hard nipples poking through. I looked in the mirror, proud of what I looked like: I'm 5'8", about 125lbs, have long legs with small feet, a flat stomach with a fairy belly ring & large C cups. I've got dark brown hair, emerald green eyes & lips that might even be a little too plump, but my best feature is my ass. I spend atleast 2 hours a day. The slapper being about twenty-four inches in length including the handle. The slapper itself was a three-inch wide strip of firm leather.He put the ball gag to my mouth and forced me to open wide to accept it. He pulled the straps tight behind my head and locked them in place. The ball was so big I could feel my jaw straining already to accommodate it. It was a firm material and required me to breathe through my nose. He left me standing against the wall.He moved my legs apart and told me.