I reached out my hand, offering you my collar. I didn't feel right, putting it around my own neck.You shook your head, though, indicating that I was t... go ahead and slip it on around my neck. I looked at the stranger, then at you. "I can't. Not in front of --" The blur of your hand, followed by the sharp sound of a slap and a cutting sting on my cheek, cut my words off."Put the collar on, slut. Now." With a tear in my eye, I glanced again to the stranger. You took a step toward me, hand. Slowly and carefully, I reach down your inner thighs then back up to the button on your pants. I undo it carefully, being sure not to put any pressure near your pussy, teasing you painfully. Please don’t tease me.... I can’t take it. Running my hands round from the front of the waistband to the back, I let your pants drop to the floor while my hands cup your ass gently. Bringing my hands up to your stomach and breasts, I grind into you again, the denim of my jeans firm against your ass. I. Of course I've got no knickers on, so the famous Maloney fanny is on show. I also like to go up stairs with men behind me having a good look at my arse. I was sitting in a burger bar, when a middle aged chap sat opposite me, he looked a bit of a dirty old man so I flashed him. I pretended to be looking elsewhere when I opened my legs and let him have a good look. His attention was riveted to my crotch. It felt deliciously wicked, I loved it. I was sure he was getting a hard on. As it was, I had. Alex finally got to speak for himself."Uh, nice to meet you guys - Julia told me all about her friends." 'NotEVERYTHING, I hope,' was my uneasy thought.Like the Taylors' pool parties the previous year, I paid closeattention to what the other girls were wearing. Except this time Ifound myself really envying the ones who wore bikinis, like Julia. One-piece suits were attractive enough, but there was simply no comparisonwith how wonderful a girl's body could look in a skimpy two-piece. Iespecially.