Then we got back at our resort room. I asked her when she had shaved her labia; because the night before we had fucked at home and I was sure her puss...y lips were not bald.She smiled with an evil grin and said she had shaven when I was having a drink at the lobby. After sharing a warm shower, Ana dressed for the night out.She wore a mini skirt, a very tiny one and no thong at all. The top was a very short one that barely could cover her dark nipples. She matched her sexy outfit with a pair of. Oh, Lord." She'd broke out her portable record player, the one from her basement that we'd used at the first: "Can I see it? "No, Cully-boy, let's just listen to 'Crimson and Clover.' We'll sit together on the white chair." And that was enough, but, it hadn't hurt to ask. Holding hands was a bonus. I pulled a white t-shirt on and the blue jeans. Put on socks and shoes so I could comb my hair without getting my feet wet. Scrunched over I got it done and stepped out. Splashed some British. Across the sauna, the woman moaned and sighed in pleasure. “Ooh… this is good, pretty, don’t stop.”Amy didn’t stop. She kept rubbing and squeezing and imagining, letting the scene in her mind go where it would. She imagined herself kissing the other woman’s neck and chest, suckling her nipples, all while her ex made love to her harder and deeper. She imagined sliding off the bench and kneeling before him with her new friend, kissing her while he stroked himself. Taking turns with her sucking. One of her favorites was a device that she didn't get to see very often; it was a sawhorse with leather pads for the sub's knees and elbows. When it, and the girl, was on display, Emma couldn't get enough of it. Tonight, luckily, was one of those nights. A pretty little brunette with long, straight hair was currently being tied down to the sawhorse. Her hot pink petticoat was peeled off and tossed to the back of the stage, her black boyshort underwear coming next. The dominatrixes, Cerise and.