Frequently they would embarrass John by asking his opinion on a particular Basque or sexy French knickers, but always ended their question with, "well... would you like to wear those, Wimp?"Finally entering the store they chose a matronly sales woman and Wayne and Jean took her to one side and spoke to her. John knew that he was the subject of their discussion as the sales woman kept glancing in his direction. It was not this so much as her expressions that humiliated him so. Soon Jean returned. " she said to the caller I was surprised to hear her say that to anyone else but me.After a few seconds of listening to her caller she then said "Of course I can see you today just let me get a shower quick and I will be ready in about 25 minutes or so." She then ended her call and got out of the bed. She then slowly walked past me giving my a quick peck on my cheek as she headed into the bathroom. I could hear the shower start as Steph also got out of the bed.She looked at me a bit confused. Nothing but my throbbing wet pussy is there. Aching for your touch. Your lips. Your tongue. But not yet. Your lips graze the hood of my clit. Tantalizing me. Making me ache even more. But your focus is elsewhere. My tits are spilling over the top of my dress and you can't help but grab the fullness of one and cover the nipple with your mouth. You're kneading the flesh as my nipple grows hard under your tongue. You're circling the brown nub and nibbling it just hard enough to send shockwaves. "Recognize this?"She grabbed it. "I gave it to him." You may have it back. He has no use of it where he is." I put my hand back on Marcie's leg, and she trembled. "You three are, I guess, very loyal damsels? King lovers?"They nodded."And you were hoping for some fun, some entertainment?" Go away," said the dark-eyed girl whose name I was yet to learn."Do you have a carriage?" I asked Silvia."A rig, yes," she said."Then come," I said, standing, "and I will introduce you to some real men,.