Soon I feel the tips of his fingers working me between my crotch, his tongue is there too, licking my hole through my silk red tie-on man thong I know... the feel by now, giving me eruptions as he licks me around and around so sensually, I feel myself moving my buttocks to and fro as his tongue inserts and I feel the motion of his fingers assisting, stretching me, slapping me, and it is so good I am already right for his deep fuck.But I know - we know that there is so much we like to do with each. We sat there for a while talking about this and that, but we were both basically 9-year-old children, so we went back into the water to splash and horse around some more. Finally, we tired of the water and left the pool to lie on the lounges. We were both still nude, but that was now nothing new for either of us. I did put my suit back on because I didn't want Tommy's mother to find me naked with her son and no adults around.We lounged around for a while until Tommy said, "I saw you come here. ", "What is with that collar, is that locked on? Ewwwwww.". My slave's face is scarlet and her temperature must feel like it's 10 degrees high she's so mortified. She occasionally stumbles as she hears a comment. I know too though that her pussy is soaked from this. She is eating this up, this is her heaven as she both hates it and adores it. Knowing she loves it makes it all the more humiliating for her. Right now she'd fuck anything I told her to. I cup her ass and guide her into a reasonably. Not even a wife who indulged was able to bring understanding to his mind.Frank and Betsy couldn’t be any more different in personality or appearance. Betsy was a lithe, pretty, black haired daughter of Russian emigrants. She was one of the most outgoing and accepting people in the world. That personality served her well in her interactions with the incredibly diverse customers of the club. Frank was a big boned, six foot five inch Irishman (fifth generation). While he was opinionated, he’d.