I had scarcely reached her before she had spread both the blanket and herself on the shaded embankment. Standing over her, gawping at the wonder of he...r from her flared tawny hair down to her equally tawny bush, slashed by the moist pinkness revealed by her open thighs.“Like it?” Connie’s voice was a low murmur, and I could only nod dumbly.“My tits? My pussy?”I found my voice with difficulty, determined to sound positive, “All of you. Your face, your shape.” As I knelt alongside her, “Oh, hell,. Laughing, he looked up and spoke to his men. "All yours, boys."Stretched tight, Linda had never felt so exposed or humiliated as when her panties were lowered by her husband in front of his men. Somehow having her jeans and underwear stuck round her thighs made her feel even more naked and she wished desperately she could just kick them off. She was watching the second guy with horror as he started spreading all manner of things on a nearby table when her husband slapped her hard on her ass,. Cyn became addicted to Dave and the suspense he so effortlessly generated. *** Cyn’s playroom was a cornucopia of sexual treasures and erotic art. The art works were strategically placed to enhance mood and the room’s intended purpose. Bear noticed none of it. He was only aware of Cyn’s stunning beauty. Bear had contracted a sudden onset of tunnel vision with thoughts of exploring one particular tunnel. His vision narrowed during the short walk down the hall. Bear focused on Cyn's round firm. "I moved in closer to her and she moved back a little, but not very much. "Or, we do what we want to, what our bodies want to, and keep it to ourselves." But, it's just, it's not..." I don't care," I said. "And you want to not care, so how about we just let it happen?" I moved close enough to smell her hairspray."I can barely think when you're that close..." she whispered."Then stop thinking and take me to your bedroom, Mrs E."She hesitated, her body rotated towards the bedroom door, then back,.