He commented on how her panties were "fucking soaking!" and then, for some reason I'm still not sure of, sort of shot them up the stairs towards me (i...f that makes sense?). They landed a few steps from the top, and I could see just how wet they were from where I was stood.Pete went to town eating my mum out, telling her how he fucking loves it when women have a full bush in-between making that pussy his own. He retreated to just using his fingers as he told her about how he was going to make her. She recognized him the moment she saw his tender brown eyes. Smiling tentatively, Lynn spoke softly. ‘It is good to see you again, Sir! Master tells me you asked only me to serve you tonight. I am grateful.’ Sebastian could sense Lynn was seldom a guest in a visitor’s furs. She was usually only beckoned by older men, so he was confident that she was simmering with passion, just waiting for a masterful touch. Her status among the rest of the wine slaves was sure to be dropping. If she was not. I untied her top and pulled it off and she let me…we started kissing as I groped her breasts under the water and then behind her back I purposely let go of her top and let it float off. After a minute we stopped and she said she was hungry and wanted to go for lunch. She asked where her top was and I told her I lost it by mistake (yeah right!!!) She actually believed me though and in any event she had no choice but to emerge from the sea and walk up the beach past the three guys with her tits. "Was that an invite to fuck you more?" He leaned in close, kissing myneck and teasing his cock on my asshole."If you'd like, Sir. I'm yours," I replied panting between words."I think you need a break," he pulled me up and wrapped me again,kissing the back of my neck and ears. I enjoyed feeling him so close,torn between wanting more of him brutalizing me, and more of thetenderness. As my ardor rose, so did my desire for being his sissyslut. I let him know with my moans and by grinding on his.