'Your husband', he asks again, as his fingers finally make contact with my other hole, 'He's watching us', I gasp, as his fingers meet inside me, the ...thin gossamer separation between my anus and cunt, being massaged crudely.'Turn around' he orders, pulling me in one direction, both his inserted fingers guiding my tortured body to the left, and as I spin on my own axis, I look at the darked glass of the balcony sliding doors, knowing my husband is there watching and wanking himself.'Bend', he. Penis in the first place. You two have upset my whole applecart and world view."Laura just smiled. "Maybe I should put on some clothes, so you'd feel less odd." I like you," Kendra smiled, a broad, genuine, squinty, infectious smile. "I really like you. Here you are, almost caught in the act by me, doing something most folks think is real naughty, and with a gorgeous sister at that... and you're worried about me feeling uncomfortable. I think we're going to be good friends, Laura. And. Jeri was a short robust brunette who couldn’t have been over 30. She was probably only 5’1” tall, with a rounded body. Her tits looked too big for such a shorty, but her entire body was all curves. Jasmine was the epitome of sultry. She looked to be 5’10”, almost as tall as me, about 35 years old, and about 130 pounds. She had an olive complexion, with large almond eyes, a tight, sensuous body, a 200-watt smile, and a tempting husky voice. With these four women and the slaves, I was wondering. It was certainly busy with visitors today. A little before the lunchtime rush, there were families with young children and dogs, the usual smattering of tourists carefully reading the information signs and walking routes, and of course, the gaggle of paragliders waiting in turn for the right gust of wind to lift them from the hill and take them high up into the blue sky. It didnt seem to matter what sort of weather Sussex was experiencing, there was always a wind up here on the hill that was.