I thought the tennis court would be a vanilla respite from the kink.The first thing I saw when we started walking through the clay courts was a nude c...ollared woman half-squatting on the ground so that her hands were flat on the hot clay and her ass was sticking up, but her knees were bent. The words “I came without permission,” was written on her back and it appeared she had been left there to quiver and mutter to herself. The end of a tennis racket had been shoved far up her ass.“Wow,” I said. I knelt again giving her pussy more mouth and finger attention. She shivered and shook and moaned as her pussy exploded. She pushed me away and leaned down and pulled her combat trousers up saying, “No more, you’ll wear it away.”Reluctantly I stood and backed off a step watching her as she happily straightened her underwear and pulled her trousers into place. I started undoing my trousers as she clipped her trousers up and pulled the zipper. I pulled my erect cock out my pants and Louise’s eyes. I pulled the knot loose from her bathrobe, and spread it open, leaving her totally naked on the bed. I then did the same thing to mine, dropping it on the floor behind me. I lay down beside her and whispered in her ear, "You're my bitch, now, girlfriend." We had lightly diddled with each other's titties in college, but back then we barely knew what we were doing. Now, years later, I knew exactly where everything was and how to use it - or abuse it. As she lightly struggled, I slowly began. “Fine …but I probably won’t be needing you.”David and Edward walked across the road to the large rose-colored building. Over the doorway was a carved wooden sign, it read, Madam Boviere’s house. They walked in and were greeted by the Madam. She immediately called for a lineup. The girls who weren’t occupied came into the front room and stood in a line for the two flyers. The first girl was Sally, an English schoolteacher. She was dressed in a pink teddy, stockings with a garter belt that were.