It’s like sitting at a desk all day.” She’d debated with herself whether to actually keep the secret of last weekend, or just go ahead and spill... the beans. Spill, she thought, ‘cause we’re probably going to be with that woman again. And he IS my husband. She’s hot, and my-god-kinky. Whether her stories are true or not, she’s certainly a wild woman just to think these up. The couple ate amid sandalwood incense and candles, while Carole King sang softly in the background. “So far away …. They were blood red and swollen.She thrust two fingers up my cunt and one up my arse with the other hand at the same time. I let out a groand and pressed back against her. She expertly moved her two fingers in and out my slick cunt, and slowly fucked my arse with her finger. Her words, now English, were filthy. She told me I was a filthy bitch and that I had come into the shop just to taste pussy. I moaned and thrust back further into her delicious fingers. She suddenly span me round and pushed. When I murmured a soft protest, he explained that he wanted me to focus on the feel of this next adventure, rather than the sight. I settled down some, and listened as I heard him place something at the other end of the table. It landed with a thud, and I heard my uncle exhale deeply. I jumped a little when I felt a flat stick running over my breasts, applying a thin layer of some gooey stuff all over them. The stick made its way in a straight line, down my belly to my warm pussy, spreading. Molly ran a stylish lingerie boutique on the main thoroughfareof the mall. The window display was of several dummies dressed in bra,panties and suspender belts on one side, with nightdresses and sleepwearon the other. Inside the place was packed with rack after rack of everytype lingerie imaginable. But that was just the front of Molly's store.Toward the rear things went from more risqu?, to positively kicky. It wentfrom sexy nurses and French maids to PVC, to rubber and finally heavybondage.