I swung around to look at Polly, in the near darkness of our booth, I could make out that her blouse was open and the guy on her right was sucking her... tit. The guy on her left had her knee pulled up and to one side so that her legs where wide open and he was obviously finger fucking her and what was even more incredible was the fact that she was enjoying it and... I had a terrific hard-on.I could see that she was 'coming', and from the expression on her face, it must have been a wonderful. It was a close-up of the girl in the yellow dress with eyes closed, hard nipples pressing against the yellow fabric, dress blowing in the breeze, white panties in clear view underneath. The photo was so crisp that he could see individual pubic hairs curling out from under the thin strip of white cloth. The girl's labia were clearly outlined in the fabric of her panties.The next picture caused Jon to gasp in horror. It was an amazingly clear photo of him lying on top of the academic building. Strangely the onus of power seemed to have moved, both women referring to me as `sir` now and Maggy seemed to be happier since I had used her as she desired, though obviously in some discomfort. We chatted as we ambled along, Maggy not walking fast it must be said, explanating all about this strange fantasy she had had for years, and of her being the subject, with Joanne not wishing to mark her, me being more than a little in awe of her self-control and shear grit. At the head of a knoll we. The first meet of my visit was actually going to be a coffee joint in the nearby town, just so we could make sure we were both ready to go that one step further in our relationship. I dressed smart casual so as to not look too out of place (no panties of course…I do have standards hehe), however I told the whale to wear something tight, like bulging tight so I would know it’s her.As I sat outside the coffee shop in the sun and enjoyed something with a name far too long to be sensible, I looked.