The thought of Fiona's juicy, tender nipples on those hard lumps standing up was enough to get his member to rise to attention."Picture me in my pink ...oob tube, without a bra" she began, " I'm wearing my white skirt that reaches mid thigh with it, with no panties on. My hair is clipped with a banana clip and my bangs are framing my face."Tyler bit his lip. He knew every inch of Fiona's body like the back of his hand and he knew without a bra her breasts jiggled up and down in that tight boob. Now she stood proudly, legs spread, bald pussy and dangling clit exposed, hands behind her head to push her little tits out. When I started to do her front, she told me to do it from the side – on my knees – to give everyone a good view. Then she lay down on her back, spread her legs and told me to oil her pussy and asshole, raising her knees to give me full access and all the onlookers a better show. When Samuel showed up he smiled approvingly. They made small talk for a minute or two, him. God, how she loved him... and had always loved him; she refused to think how close their marriage had been to disaster up until a mere hour before when he'd brought her enchantment that she'd never imagined possible! But that was all behind her now, as were her drinking escapades; there'd be no more frustrations to drown... no trips into Phoenix where with discretion a girl could meet a salesman or young executive passing through... a gentleman who invariably was more than willing to relieve. “Good girl.” Once she had her breath back Sarah thanked him, but couldn’t bring herself to call him Master again. He hung up soon after but said he would be in touch later. They exchanged a few texts throughout the rest of the day, and he rang to listen to her cum again that night, she came hard for him, but didn’t call him Master. Over the next few days they made arrangements to meet. He would be in the area on business, the plan was that he would pick her up from somewhere of her choosing and.