It was a heady feeling. When I opened my eyes to see whose cock I was eating; it was the servant who had been eyeing me the few times I had come to th...e clinic and he was down helping the doc in his office. Quite a few times, while passing in the corridor, he had brushed against my breasts- his hand or rather his thumb instinctively finding my tit and brushing it- or had brushed, cupped and squeezed his hand against my butt at other times. Every time, I had swatted his hand away. He held my head. I had never seen such a large bedroom outside a luxurious hotel. Helen was playful and teasing. She took me in her arms and kissed me, then she pushed me away and ran into the bathroom which was adjoining the bedroom. She tried to keep the door closed but I forced it open. She acted like an a****l forced into a corner, looking in panic for a way out. Then we would both burst out laughing, then get serious again in our roleplaying. Our thighs were still glistening from our previous orgasm. I. Louise and Don, of course, had never seen my nude body.At least, not yet.Don't forget -- it was 1963 in the U.S. of A. Outside of a few obscure nudist camps, there wasn't much exposure of the female form going on. Oh, there were bikinis, and there was Playboy Magazine and its raunchier competitors. Everybody had gotten at least a glimpse of what naked women looked like.But girls like me? The girl next door? Not without a ticket, sailor! Even the girls who were Giving it Up to their boyfriends. I struck harder than I had on Aless, though not so hard as to really hurt her. Even so she jumped, breasts jiggling delightfully in Aless’s hands, and she gasped ‘thank you Master!’ She thanked me again as I brought the belt down on her left breast, slightly harder, and then again on her right, harder still. My aim was slightly off with the fourth blow, and the rough underside of the belt snapped down across her nipple. Boom. Ginny’s back arched as if she’d been electrocuted and she pushed back.