"Come with me, Lana." He turned and strode away without another glance at her. She felt like she had no choice but to hurriedly follow him. It seemed ...he already had some kind of hold over her. She followed him into the parking garage as he walked up to a large, new looking jet black Mercedes. He got into the driver's seat, turned on the car and waited. She stopped short of the car and hesitated. After a moment he rolled down the window and looked at her with that same deadly serious smirk.. I spun round on the sofa to tell her to shut her mouth. But instead of words coming out my mouth just hung open like I was trying to catch flies when I saw how she was sat. Her blue denim skirt was bunched up around her waist and she was slumped back in the chair with a leg over each arm. My gaze was transfixed on the bunched up sexy little purple satin triangle of cloth covering her pussy."I knew it was the purple ones you liked the best. Do you recognize them brother dear? They are the ones. He whispers in my ear " Are you a slut Mrs Wiata? " "Yes.. " i whimper " You know what they want to see Mrs Wiata .... Your big brown naked tits ...your shaved cunt... " as he lifts my dress up and over my head my willingness to be an exhibitionist , surprising me, shown as i freely raise my arms, the dress is on the floor . The young men on the tennis court watch my striptease and cheer me on. I feel the first wave of an orgasm ripple through my body , the young mans stamina, is giving my wet. Sarah leaned forward and kissed him. Gently at first, then with a slightly firmer approach, her tongue darting between his lips. Richard did not know what to do. His cock certainly had an idea, and accordingly an embarrassingly large tent had appeared in the bedclothes. Richard did not have chance to hide his stiffness because Sarah, still kissing him took his hand and placed it on her right breast. Richard raised his other hand instinctively to her left breast. He caressed her bosom. Nature.