So, how do you feel?” “Er, awkward, embarrassed, a bit cold. But if I’m honest, kind of sexy.” “Interesting,” she replied. I took my ha...nds away from my eyes, and we both giggled a bit. “So do you believe me now? Can I get dressed again?” “Well I’m starting to believe you, but you have to stay nude a bit longer. This is so nuts it’s hilarious.” “So you want me to just stand here stark naked?” “Er, I tell you what, get me a drink… from downstairs!” she said. “No. What about your parents?”. On a couple of occasions her husband joined us and we had an interesting threesome. One of my roles or duties would be to fluff Mistress ready for her husband’s cock and to arouse her husband’s cock into a firm erect mode for slipping in to fuck her pussy cunt. I had my uses as her slut. They would occasionally tie me down to the bed and tease and torment me – breast play, nipple paly and some cock teasing on the slut. With me always scantily but sexily dressed and made up fully for their. This causes a long slow drawn out moan from you, you lean back against me, your head resting on my chest, allowing me to continue. I now place my other hand on your neglected breast and treat your lonely nipple to the same treatment. As I'm playing with your nipples in front of the window, you reach back and weave your hand through my robe and begin to stroke my hardening cock, wrapping your fingers around me, stroking me slowly from the base to the head, long slow strokes. Your movement along. I carried the camera upstairs in search of someone to film. I found Louise sitting at the breakfast bar, still clad only in the golden panties. Her pendulous tits hung proudly out for the camera to record. I stood at the door with the camera running and said, ‘Smile pretty for the camera, Sweetie.’ She grinned from ear to ear and turned on the stool to face directly toward me. She cupped one big tit in each hand and hefted them at the lens. ‘How about this?’ She asked as she leaned back on the.