His mouth was juicy and wet and warm, and I could feel he had a moustache that tickled a little. It really felt like a willing pussy and the sensatio...n was quickly taking me to the edge. All I could do was stand there with my head against the rough plywood of the booth, and revel in the sweet feeling of his warm mouth. Someone had entered the booth on my other side, but I could care less, I felt entranced by the blow job I was enjoying. I jumped slightly, though, when I felt a touch on my bare. He grabbed a hold of the crotch of the undies and tore them off her, revealing the most glorious pussy he had ever seen. The sweet pink lips seemed to smile at him as he trailed his finger on first one lip then the other. Janet moaned under his touch and felt her nipples harden even more. She reached up and squeezed her breasts to relieve the ache a little. He was destroying her clothes but damned if she didn’t think that was hot as fuck. She felt him slide his fingers between her smooth wet. I liked the idea. I moaned to myself, I was getting aroused by this little show, and resisted the urge to touch myself down there. I rubbed more lotion on myself instead, standing and doing my legs, giving him a good look at my body. Being aroused. My nipples were hard now, and I took the pleasure of rubbing them gently. I pretended to read some more, but was hopelessly distracted now, so I went inside for fetch a cold drink, leaving my bikini top on the deckchair. My breasts bounced as I. Everything I had been studying came rushing back and I began to take her under. It sacred me because it seemed too easy. Within minutes I had her in a trance but was it real? How much control did I really have over her? How much could I get her to do? How could I test the depth of my control? Jan had a body that was strikingly similar to Emily. Everything was just about perfectly proportioned. The only difference really was Jan has creamier white skin and her nipples were just a bit smaller. I.