“She has been making enquiries about you.” “Of course she has. She will discover only what I want her to. You have done well, Maxine.” I had d...iscovered Maxine when I first came to Paris. Her father had been a dissident who had escaped the Union and fled to Paris where he taught philosophy. He married a French woman and I had found Maxine running her fetish brothel for the wealthy women like Alexandra who craved more than simple sexual gratification. Maxine was, in her way, as ruthless as. Kate squinted along the deck line and laughed. "We're going backwards again!" Facing back to watch Sven's face, it was difficult to read her expression, her eyes hidden behind the sun glasses. She stretched her bare foot out and ran it along Sven's calf."Hey, don't do that - I can't concentrate as it is," he said, desperately trying to contain his thoughts and steer his mind away from the growing erection that his swimming trunks were failing to contain, let alone hide.Kate giggled again,. I knew she would be staring at my cunt, looking at how the large phallic made my labial lips red and puffy. She liked the way the dildo pushed the lips apart creating that nice big "O." There was something so exciting when another woman aroused herself with my sex. I liked the way my slit reacted to her touches and the way she enjoyed herself. As usual, Tessa had found the right angle to thrust the dong into my cunt and have the rubbery shaft tickle my clit. "Oh Tessa, I can't wait," I muttered. ’ Cathy came in with Narene’s coffee and handed Straun the newspaper. ‘Struth Straun,’ she said, ‘It’s only a newspaper.’ ‘Oh yeah, well take a look at this.’ Ignoring the front page news he turned to the ‘Local Tourism’ section and under a heading, ‘New On Dean Island’ was a big photo of Narene, resting from picking ripe table grapes, dressed in a blue bikini, and drinking water from a bottle, the action pushing her breasts forward. ‘God Narene, you’d easily win the Miss Holiday Coast Beauty.