She would decide later at the club if the slave was to be ordered to remain still and silent, to be free to act, or something else. Mistress Serena h...ad decided to wear a black corset pushing up her marvellous boobs, and lace up thigh high boots. Fishnet black hose, black lace underpants and a black leather skin tight skirt was finished off with her hair tied up in a ponytail. I was dressed in the same clothes as the previous evening. However, the distinction between us was that I was wearing. "Can we go outside and continue this while we walk?" Certainly! I'm sorry to have put you to so much bother, honestly." Her mood already seemed more upbeat.If comic-relief was what it took, I was happy to assist. Our spirits rose higher when a man entering the store as we left crashed into a display because he was watching us instead of where he was going. I realized I needed the laughter too, after my stressful week and long flight home.We walked aimlessly, talking about trivial things, like. He knew I was still not yet satisfied myself and was deliberately making me wait. I was happy to do this because the ache of arousal was a very sweet pain to endure and I was swollen with the need to cum even though I had been fucked so thoroughly. My clit was tingling with the need for it, my nipples were aching from all the attention, I was warm from the spanking and my vagina was happy with the penetration, plus I still had the taste of cum in my mouth, he had not fucked my arse but that was. That night we laughed a lot and I joked him that I am more daring than him and he is fattu..Back to the goa.. The second day… It turned out like a debate and my husband saying I can do any thing daring even though I slept on beach sand in bikini…. I reminded him how much he was sweating when I exposed my boobs in the theatre… Finally after a little chat and challenge that I will pretend like a prostitute and how much I can earn.Like the first day I went to swim on a bikini and rested on the.