Building a Dream : piece Six

Follows on a few hour after our mornings liaison with the housekeeper at our hotel. All the names apart from our good Friend hand and Sara have been changed and Jay helped me to remember the dialogue.

Jay sat in straw man of the mirror in the hotel way applying her make-up and dressed in her bed gown while I had a shaving in the toilet. After Kylie had left us earlier we had taken a stroll up to Waterloo station and had a sharpness to eat before Jay decided that she wanted a new dress to wear that evening for when we were due to meet our new Dutch friends, Manus and Sara, for a potable in SoHo. Another trip to the ladies wear store at the place followed and Jay had bought a fairly tight, thin, short off the shoulder joint dress which was cut low enough for her ample and house breasts to produce a well amount of segmentation and worn without a bra, naturally.

I stepped out of the bathroom, dressed and ready to go. Jay had finished her make up and threw off the robe to reveal her wearing the thong we had bought the previous day.

"Ta-Dah !"she said throwing her arms out broad. She looked nifty ; sexy and very, very fuckable. Her raw breasts gave a footling leap with her movements, the nipples prominent and just asking to be bitten.

"I do hope you're not going out like that,"I said, looking her up and down."Although, I really wouldn't mind."

"Cheeky bugger,"she said reaching for her dress. She stepped into it and pulled it up until the top just reached the midsection of her boob. She looked at herself in the mirror and remarked with a tone of surprise

"Oh screwing, it's a bit brusk on top, isn't it ? My mammilla could run out out if I lean forward too much or jump a up and down."

"Then don't leap and down."I replied, pulling my skid on."It certainly shows your chilliness too,"I remarked. The pap were spectacular as they forced themselves against the tight material. Jay ran her hands over her mammilla and felt where they pushed against the clothes, clearly showing their lineation

"It's a bit unforesightful down below also."I added

Jay looked at the length where the apparel ended halfway down her thighs and pulled it down, smoothing it over her shapely legs. The dress fitted her perfective tense, almost like it was painted on her

"Yeah, but it's tight so won't flash up, not like my lilliputian summer dress."She replied, turning around in social movement of the mirror, and admiring the smoothness over her arse. She sat on the bed and looked in the mirror again before commenting,

"Of row, it rides up when I sit, so hybridize leg it will be."

I looked down at her and she was right. Sitting down, the dress became even shorter and if I was sat opposite I would definitely get a good opinion of her now, very smooth pussy hiding behind a very small and thin man of stuff.

"What do you think will happen tonight ?"she asked, putting her handbag in her small bag.

"wellspring, we will go for a drink, have a just laugh, constitute a yoke of new friends, say goodnight then we'll come back here for some fucking, especially after an evening of you having your tit, smack and tush on show for all to perve over. How does that voice ?"I asked.

"Sounds good to me,"she replied standing to appear at herself in front of the mirror again."As long as that's all the fucking we're doing. The past tense few days have been stupid. I think that will be the end of our ‘ sexual'risky venture now."

I had to accord. There had been a lot of sex with dissimilar mass for her and although we had both really enjoyed the experiences, we had come to capital of the United Kingdom for early reasons, not that.

"I can fairly insure that's all that will go on tonight and every day until we go home. Just us fucking."I said putting my hands around her shapely pelvic girdle then up and over her breasts, giving her striking mamilla and quick tweak. shtup, this wearing apparel made her feel smooth and gorgeous.

"Although, Sara has taken a shine to you."I continued."So, if you want to give her a goodnight kiss at the end of the even, I won't stop you."I gripped her arse cheeks with both hands and she put her munition around my neck and kissed me.

"Ah, you're so thoughtful,"she jokingly said before letting go to put her horseshoe on.

We left the hotel and walked up to Waterloo where we took the tube to Leicester Square and walked through Soho. more than than one individual had admired Jay. She looked terrific in that clothes. It showed off her shapely tit along with the good show of cleavage and her fine, shapely leg and tight arse. Heads had turned on the tube where Jay had insisted on standing, not wishing to founder just anyone a view up her garb. to a greater extent heads turned in her direction as we walked through Soho to the Montagu Pike, the pub where we had arranged to encounter Manus and Sara.

We arrived and managed to get the same wall booth as before when we had a drink in here two years ago. As we sat paw and Sara entered, saw us, waved, and came over smiling. Sara was also dressed in a very low cut, off the shoulder dress with the bottom swishing against her thighs as she walked with a sexy wriggle towards us. This didn't go unnoticed by Jay who said under her breath,"Wow !"

We stood up and greeted each former with handshakes and kisses on buttock then mitt and I went to the bar to get the beverage while the girlfriend waited, sat opposite each other against the wall, like as before.

"How was your meet the early nighttime ?"I asked mitt as the bartender made up our drinks order.

hand shook his head from side to side with a bit of a foiled tone on his human face.

"Not particularly good."He replied, the Dutch accent showing very strongly."I had a good enough prison term but for Sara, no."

"What happened ?"I asked taking a sip of my pint that had arrived.

mitt replied keeping his voice low,

"The man, Moron Colin, couldn't get it up and the girlfriend, tam-o'-shanter, well. She said she was bi on the visibility but she refused to go anywhere near Sara. Sara tried to seduce her but she was having none of it, pushing her away and making exculpation to leave the room. poor people Colin sat there wanking all evening to try to get hard but just stayed limp."

"So, what did you do."I asked picking up jay large glass of wine.

"Well, while Sara was trying to blow Moron Colin in the couch to get him hard, which turned out to be a barren of sentence, I fucked Tammy up the fundament across their kitchen table."He said this so matter of factually like it was an routine occurrence. I admired him for his laid-back honesty.

"Did you tell Sara what you did ?"I asked as we walked slowly back to the girls.

"Oh yes,"he replied, affair of factually again."She said I should have pissed up her bum for good cadence. wait on her right for rebuffing my lovely wife."

I admit, I was very surprise. I knew the Dutch people were more liberal when it came to sex but to be so laid back about what they do was an eye-opener.

We sat back down with the fille and Sara was already telling Jay about the encounter.

"So, I sucked and sucked and sucked,"Sara told a wide-eyed Jay,"But he stayed limp. It just sat there, flopping around, and doing nothing."She waved her hand like a flapping fish as she said this, making Jay joke."I gave up in the end. We just sat there in secretiveness listening to Tammy's belly laugh coming out of the kitchen. Colin didn't looking very comfy listening to that. I think it's the first time he's heard his wife getting fucked by another man and he didn't like it."

"Up the arse,"mitt corrected her."I fucked her up the arse."

"Yes,"Sara said, still talking directly at Jay"Fucked up the arse."

"With olive oil,"Manus added again.

"With Olea europaea oil."Sara added and looked around at Manus asking,"Was it extra virgin ?"

"I reckon so,"Manus began to express mirth."I don't think she has ever had a stopcock up there before."

We all laughed and raised our glasses for a ‘ cheers.'

"So, what have you two been up to ?"Manus asked.

"Oh, not very much,"I replied. We had decided not to mention what we had got up to, not wishing mitt and Sara to reckon that Jay fucked about all the time and giving the wrong mental picture."We just hung around our hotel room with a bit of clothes shopping at Battle of Waterloo again for this dress."I panned my hand up and down Jay to emphasise the purchase.

"It's lovely,"Sara said to Jay, slowly reaching her hand across and stroking the thin fabric just to the slope of John Jay breast."It's so smooth, and thin and it shows you off a treat."She said this looking directly at where the pattern of John Jay nipple poked glaringly out of the material.

"Thank you,"Jay replied as Sara removed her hand, gently training her fingertips along the breast and brushing gently on a nipple."It's very comfortable and thin enough to cope with the heat."

"That's good,"Sara replied and winking at Jay said."I think things could get hot later especially with you dressed like that"

The comment didn't go unnoticed by any of us and a bit of an awkward silence followed.

I changed the subject to what they were planning on doing during their visit to London. The conversation built up a current and we were soon comparing all the attractions in and around Greater London where we had all visited.

Another drink followed, then another. The vauntingly meth of wine-coloured was having an effect on Jay who was now on a beneficial tipsy level and more chatty. She was starting to lean closer to Sara when they spoke to each other and was absentmindedly leaning forward on her articulatio cubiti more often, affording Sara with a just horizon of her cleavage, the top of her dress riding down more and more.

I went to the bar with hand to get another round of crapulence and we both looked back at the girls who were leaning close to each other and laughing at whatever Jay was saying.

"Jay looks lovely tonight,"manus said looking over at the girls."That dress is wow ! If she moves around much more though her bosom will decrease out."

I looked over and agreed.

"It cost me enough."I said."But it is worth it, she looks gorgeous."

"You're a very lucky man and she's lucky to give birth you. A sort and infer husband who's happy to let his wife demo off her body to others."Manus said staring over at Jay."And Sara has taken a shine to her. She wants to hump her, you know ?"

"Really ?"I said. It wasn't really a surprise judging by the flirting the other day and the body speech currently being given off by Sara who was reaching over and helping to pull Jay coif up from where it was riding down over her boob. She slowly pulled it up, stroking both breasts as she did so and running both bridge player over the mammilla before removing her deal. Jay giggled as she did this, clearly enjoying the touch.

"But that is your call."Manus said picking up the girl drinks."We haven't met up with you tonight for that purpose. We're encounter because we like you and think we could suit champion. Good friends"

"I picked up our pints and replied,

"I agree. I think we could all become good friends."

As we approached the board I could see Jay becoming more animatedly with whatever she was telling Sara, using her deal to emphasise effort on whatever the issue was. We sat down just as Jay was finishing her story.

"…I was so full of cum and both holes stretched after such a pounding. I passed out then and didn't wake up until this morning."

Sara turned to me and said with a nictitation,

"Jay has been telling me about what you two have been up to."Sara said to me with a cheeky grin."Enticing your phantasma fingerer back to yours and taking his virginity and then having a threesome with two of your other friends from the other night."She turned back to Jay, leant forward and almost whispered in her ear,"You're wonderful."She bought her hand up to Jays face, gave her impudence a minor stroke and run a finger's breadth across Jays now pouting lips. She then lent back and turned to manus and said,

"Jays been a very naughty girl,"

"It sounds like it,"Manus replied looking at me, a questioning expression on his face.

"I think…"Sara said reaching over and taking jay hand in her own."…that Jay deserves another spanking."

Jay was just taking a sip of her drink and this unexpected comment almost made her spill it. She giggled for a bit and allowed Sara to obligate her hand across the table, their fingerbreadth entwined and slowly caressing.

As much as I was enjoying the flirting, I did own an of import question for Sara

"Sara, I have an important query for you about art"I said facing her.

"Hang on,"said hand, looking from me to Jay."I want to hear more about the fucking."

Sara leaned towards manus and said quietly,"I'll tell you later."She looked at me and winked, the cheeky smiling still on her face.

"No, no. I want to know now."He replied, a playful sulking looking at on his face."Tell me, then we can be drill and discuss art."

"Art's not boring,"Sara said to Manus correcting him. Turning to Jay she said,"But he will pout unless you tell him."

Jay repeated her story that she had told Sara. She said how we had seen Paul the Apostle at waterloo, got him into the hotel elbow room and how Jay had fucked him. She then went on to tell him about her chocolate trick, about Jim and Simon collecting the fans and then how she had fucked them both. Manus sat listening intently throughout, clearly enjoying the de***********ions of what had been done to Jay.

When Jay finished, hand raised his pint deoxyephedrine to us both saying.

"You both have my undying respect. I think we are all going to be very, very good friends."

We all raised our glasses, clinked and cheers.

"So, what would you like to ask about art ?"Sara asked me, still caressing Jay hand.

"Have you ever heard of an artist called Giovanni del Callinni ?"I asked.

Sara let go of Jays paw and sat back in her seat. She seemed to centre as she kept repeating the name over and over, searching her memory banks.

"Yes,"she said sitting vertical."Giovanni del Callinni. A venetian renaissance artist. 1440 to 1512. Renowned for landscapes rather than portraits. He has works hanging in the Kunsthistorisches Museum in Vienna, the Prado Museum in capital of Spain, the Accademia verandah in Venice and here, in The National."

"Have you heard of a series of painting called, ‘ The rising of the Fisherman's Sun ?"I asked now I had her complete attention

"Oh yes,"Sara replied, a spot of excitement on her expression. It seemed that, along with sex, this was definitely a favourite bailiwick of hers."It's four paintings depicting the fishermen sailing out of the lagune. The four picture together make one scene ; of boats being loaded with meshing in the first base and fourth pictures while the middle two show the boats sailing out sail out towards the sunup. They have nearly always been in buck private hands. They were loaned out to the Bagatti Valsecchi in Milan about twenty years ago but only for a couple of years. Wait a minute."

She pulled her phone out and started to type a web address.

"You can Google just about anything nowadays but my work portal site has all the information not in the public domain."She logged in and started to understand out more information to us.

"The rising of the Fisherman's Sun. Painted around 1502. A mission for an unnamed someone, probably a copious Viennese merchant. Although they have been in private hands for almost of their existence, they have been on display in respective museums and galleries over the past 100-150 long time. They were last sold five old age ago as a set to a secret buyer for eight million Euros with a gallery in Paris acting on the vendor behalf."She scrolled down the Sir Frederick Handley Page and continued."The seller and the buyer retained anonymity and the whereabouts of the painting are currently unknown."

A few more wiretap in the phone and she held it up for me, manus and Jay to see. It was a picture of the four painting together, English by incline making up the unhurt movie, the photo being taken at an art verandah show. They looked small than I expected them to be, each about two-foot square. They did depend good though. Sara expanded the frame and the details were amazing.

"Why do you ask ?"Sara said, returning her phone to her bag.

I proceeded to tell her everything that Kylie had told us about her dad buying the moving picture, his death, her mums remarriage, and death followed by kylie being kicked out by her stepdad and the paintings left behind.

"And this girl says she has provenience ? The sale receipt and exposure of her being given the picture ?"Sara asked, wide-eyed and excited, now taking a very keen pursuit in the matter

"That's what she told us,"I replied.

"fountainhead, if all that checks out then the motor lodge would certainly ease up her ownership. Does this Neil know the importance of the paintings ?"

"I don't think so. Kylie never said he knew."I said looking at Jay who was nodding in agreement.

"And your hotel housekeeper told you all this ?"asked hand

"Yeah, this morning."I replied.

"While she was cleaning your way ? She just came out with all this information ?"asked looking from me to Jay."Why was she cleaning your sleeping room with you there ?"

"I wasn't in the bedroom ; I was in the bath."Jay replied,

"So, the daughter told you all this while you were in the bath and she was cleaning your room ?"Asked Manus.

"No,"Jay replied."She was in the bath with me."

Both mitt and Sara sat back in shock, mouths love feast as they looked at each of us.

"And where were you ?"hand asked me.

"I was sat on the toilet."I answered.

"What ?"gasped a surprised Sara.

"No, not on the toilet itself. I was sat on the seat, naked."I replied.

There was a moments pause before Sara asked me,

"Why were you naked ?"

Jay replied for me, a little too tacky as the drinkable was clearly starting to suffer an effect,

"Because he had just fucked her."

I looked at the shocked look on both of their faces as they took in this entropy. They sat, mouth open, probably trying to opine of what to say. I had to say something in my defense team so I stated,

"Only because she,"indicating with my quarter round to Jay,"had fucked her first."I sat back and took a long sip of my pint. The actualisation of what I had just said sunk in and they both began to smile. Manus lifted his potable with a still ‘ cheers'to me while Sara leaned very close to Jay and with a smile said,

"I am so going to paddle you hard later, you naughty, naughty girl."

We ended up telling them the totally fib of how we had both fucked kylie and how we had set her up for a engagement with Saint Paul the following even when we would act as chaperones.

Another circle of drinkable were bought and the details of everything that had happened over the last twenty-four hour were run through again. Both girls getting excite with each detailed de***********ion that Jay provided of what had been done to her and how she enjoyed every second. She used her helping hand in some of the telling, Sara's eyes watching them the whole time.

"Tell me Jay,"said Sara who had resumed holding and caressing Jay hand."Do you think that the spanking you received was enough punishment for your indiscretions ? Because I don't think you've been punished enough and, judging by your more recent trick, a spanking won't be enough. You need some humiliation. Steve, if it's okeh with you, I am going to humiliate your adorable wife. Would you like that Jay ? Do you consider you need to be humiliated ?"

Jay was now getting quite wino. She giggled into her drink then replied.

"No. That spanking wasn't enough. I think I do need to be humiliated."She looked into Sara's eyes and asked in a husky tint,"What do you have in mind."

"fountainhead,"she replied with a nictation to me."If we were back home in Amsterdam, I would really chagrin you. Maybe I would lead you around the streets on a choker with a ball gag in your mouth, only dressed in your underwear with a big butt-plug in your arse."

Jay giggled and took a sip of her beverage while Sara continued.

"and then spank and lash you in the middle of a backpack bar. All the sponsor can have a turn also."

Jay had stopped giggling and was now wide-cut eyed and listening closely.

"Or take you to a dogging berth and have a duet of men fuck you over the bonnet of a car."Sara reached over and started to run a hand gently over Jay's tit, squeezing it and stopping to rub the nipple slowly and gently before continuing.

"Or, even better, since you have been a very naughty little girl, I would study you blindfolded and naked to a forest we know, one that has a reputation for doggers and intimate pervert, and tie your hands around the base of a very heavy Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and leave you there so anyone can issue forth along and do whatever the fuck they want to you."

Jay's breathing had altered. Her hands were getting fidgety and one had slowly disappeared under the mesa and I could just see it travel under her dress.

"They'll all fuck you but I reckon a couple will pass water over that pretty face of yours."

It was obvious to the three of us that Jay was getting more than stir. Her dead body linguistic communication gave away a tensity that made me and Manus sit up and get notice. Jay's hand was now fully under her dress.

"Hmmm…it might be raining though"Sara continued squeezing Jay's nipple harder making her spring out a tiny close shave."I could book you into a hotel, blindfold you and tie you to the bed and bring pictures of you so I can put all the mental picture, the hotel and room number on a swinger land site and let a train of men come in and fuck you, one after the other."

Jay had started rubbing herself. I casually looked down and saw the garb pulled up above her second joint and Jay's finger's breadth in her thong where she was trying to wank without anyone notice.

"Or maybe I would choose you to our swingers club, tie you to the swing and fuck you with a shoulder strap on, in entire view of everyone."

Jay was clearly wanking herself now and it hadn't gone unnoticed by all three of us. Her arm was moving up and down as she worked herself up, her breathing getting abstruse and short pant coming from her. Sara knew that Jay was working herself up and it was the following financial statement that made Jay cum.

"Of trend, I could be sort and organise a twenty-man gangbang at our blank space. Each man fucking you, two, three or four cocks in you all at once, fucking you, pinning you down so you can't resist, not that you would need to, and each man cumming in you. Cumming on your boldness, cumming in your mouth, cumming in your tight pussy and in that gorgeous derriere of yours. pecker after cock after shaft"

Jay came. She let out a shout that made a few people look around at us. She slapped the board with her free mitt then clamped it over her mouth as she finished bringing herself to orgasm with the former. Her rubbing was frenzied and the three of us watched and waited as she completed her, not too obvious, wanking.

"Oh nooky,"she said from under her hand as she finished cumming"Oh fuck, oh nookie. Do it, fucking do it."

I looked around. Nobody had really noticed what had gone on and those who had heard something had now looked away to carry on their own discussions.

Jay eventually stopped moving and removed her script from her oral fissure.

"I'm…sorry."She said quietly.

Sara held out her helping hand to her saying,"Give me your hand."

Jay bought her vibration hand up from under the board. It was wet and glistening but Sara took it and one by one put the fingers in her mouth and sucked them clean.

"I promise you all that and More if you ever come to Amsterdam."Jay's centre were widely and she tried to indite herself as we all visibly relaxed."But we're not in Amsterdam and, as we discovered yesterday, you have no gloryholes we will deliver to make do with whatever is to hand."

Sara downed her wine in one go and indicated that we should all cease our beverage. Once the glasses were empty, Sara looked around the pub. It was starting to get busy ; all the tables were taken and stack of mass were constantly entering and forming radical stood around the bar and any free space. Sara stood up and said,

"right field, let's go."Jay moved out from the board and smoothed her frock down and we made our way through the growing crowds to the exit. Sara led the way and as we tried to get past a group who were standing around a good board she stopped, turned around to Jay who was behind her and in one Jonathan Swift movement using both hands, pulled down the top of Jays dress, releasing her tits for all to see, her firmly, red nipple poking out of the firm physical body. Jay went to cover herself but Sara had grabbed her manus and was pulling her along through the crew saying in a gimcrack vocalization,"Excuse me please,"to bring everyone's attention to a topless Jay being dragged through.

The place went soundless with the actualization that a topless woman was being led by the hired man through a wad pub. There was a shout of ‘ ay, ay,'from someone followed by cheers, laugh and tin whistle, people pointing and some even clapping. A few people managed to get their phones out and bust as many mental picture as they could. Sara pushed the passing room access open and let go of Jays hand who immediately stopped and pulled her frock up to brood her modesty. She wasn't happy

"I can't believe you did that,"Jay shouted adjusting her apparel and smoothing it down."the great unwashed saw my tit and were taking ikon. I feel so…"

"Humiliated ?"asked Sara as she approached and put her weapon system around Jay to hug her.

"Yes."Jay replied quietly. Sara list close to Jay's ear and said,

"Exciting, wasn't it ? Everyone in their seeing your lovely titties. What do you presuppose they are thinking now ? That they would ingest liked to bear touched them ? Squeezed them ? Sucked on your teat ? Cum over them ? You may feel humiliated but you're just given a good encumbrance of men, and probably some woman, something for them to fuck off over for the following few daytime. So, I will ask you again. Did you find it exciting ?"

Jay looked at Sara and slowly nodded

"Good. Because we have only just started."Sara Lententide in and kissed Jay slowly and softly. After a moment, Jay opened her backtalk to receive Sara's glossa and they stood, locked in embracing, tongue starting to frantically explore each other's mouth. They only stopped when a grouping of young men walked preceding and shouted,"alright girls ?"and carried on laughing and looking back.

Sara let Jay go and held her script as we all walked down Greek Street before stopping at the corner.

"So,"Sara said addressing me."You have no gloryholes here ?"

I shook my headspring,"None that I know of."I replied.

"That's a shame."Sara replied stroking Jay's face."Because I would hump to see this pretty face covered in cum."She moved her handwriting down Jay's tits and down, slipping her paw under the wet hem of her clothes and touching jay cunt, making her jump.

"And here."Keeping her hired hand under Jays garb she trailed it around to her arse and must birth touched her arsehole because she continued,"And here."

Jay stood still and was, I think, a lilliputian appalled but she said goose egg. She didn't resist to Sara's touching and showed no polarity of resistance

I looked at hand who smiled and shrugged. Sara's behaviour came as no surprise to him.

"We need some very turned on perverts,"Sara said looking around and up and down the streets. deal of the great unwashed were out and about enjoying the affectionate summers evening but none that fitted Sara's de***********ion. She turned to me and said,

"Let's go back to that sex shop. They'll be fate of deviant in there."

I looked at Jay who shrugged her shoulders and nodded, license given for whatever Sara had in mind.

We stopped off at an off licence on the way so Sara could go in and promptly returned with a small bottle of Vodka. She took a swig and passed it to Jay who took a mouthful and coughed a bit. tone really wasn't her potation, but she took a twosome more, building up courageousness for whatever was about to happen, I assumed

We arrived at the sex shop and Sara walked in, telling us to wait outside. We watched as she approached the shopkeeper and had a quick give-and-take with him.

"Should I be concerned about this ?"I asked Manus.

"No, no. Nothing to interest about. Sara won't let anything bad happen."He replied casually."She'll make sure that Jay will enjoy herself.

A short while later Sara returned and leading Jay by the hand, walked in and stood by the magazines. The storekeeper recognised me and Jay. He nodded and winked in recognition then went back to serving a client. We stood at the forepart of the stock. There was about ten people in there, mainly men and a couple of woman. They paid no aid to us, concentrating on flicking through cartridge holder or looking at the DVD's.

Sara whispered something in Jay's ear and a surprised look came on her face. She listened then turned to face Sara and nodded. She ran her hands down her clothes and reaching under, pulled down her G-string and put it in her bag. This didn't go unnoticed by several people in the store. The shopkeeper watched this happen but carried on serving a customer, not interfering.

Several people looked at Jay and gave her the once over. Jay's nipples were really pointing out of her dress and this was drawing a lot of aid. Sara slowly reached down and lifted up the position of Jay's garb to just above her genitals ; The tightfistedness of the clothes holding it up, her slit lip clearly on show. She then took Jay by the hand and walked her slowly up the center gangway while we followed a short distant rear end. She would arrest, blame up a vibrator and establish it to Jay and as if they were on a formula shopping trip.

Several men and both women watched this, their eye following Jay's arsehole as she moved up the aisle and a couple of men had got ahead up the early aisles and were watching Jay from ahead, eyes clearly on her cunt. The girls would walk a few paces, stop, and admire more goods, the crowd behind me and hand now getting bigger as I heard whispered, free interpreter. Sara pointed to a vibrator on the bottom ledge and, Jay knack over, parting her legs to slowly smell at it. There was a percipient gasp from around us as her cunt and can was shown clearly to the crew. I moved to one slope to pass those behind us a better opinion, not letting them pass me though. They walked a few Sir Thomas More yard and, as they did so, Sara ran her hired man around Jay's arse then gripped a impertinence, allowing her fingers to enter the cranny and relief against Jay's arsehole. Jay gave a petty head start but didn't resist, allowing Sara's hand to stay there and her finger to caress the gob with all of us behind following and watching.

I looked behind me and there was a crew of about seven men and both adult female. They ignored me and Manus and slowly followed us as we followed the fille to the back of the storehouse where they turned into the S+M section. I noticed some men on quickly moving up the aisles either side of us, the small-scale crowd behind us moving quicker as me and paw sped our own yard up. We reached the end and saw Sara standing behind Jay facing us. Jay had the Vodka and took another big mouthful before returning it to Sara who had a sip then put it in her bag. Jay was stood, frock hitched up, legs apart and cunt on view. Sara slipped her hired man around Jays neck then dropped down her social movement and slowly pulled the apparel top down. Jay's boob came out and sat over the top of the wearing apparel, her nipples big and aroused. Sara reached around and squeezed both nipples and rubbed both breasts. Her digit gripped them and fondled while we all watched. Some of the men around us had their hands either deep in their pockets or blatantly down the movement of their trousers, clearly gripping hard tool and rubbing, probable wishing they could palpate her nipple or twat.

Sara turned Jay to face the wall and bent-grass her over, Jay holding on to the wall for funding. Sara looked around and picked up a small crop. She held it up to the crowd with a questioning spirit on her face.

There were nods all around, giving Sara blessing for her alternative. She tapped it on her hand a few times, swished it through the air then stood to one side of Jay and hit her gently on her arse. Jay gave a little pant and a jerked meat and moved her body slightly forward before bending over again. Sara hit her again, a little harder but Jay still didn't resist, her gasps getting a little louder as her arse started to turn red with each virgule. She hit her again and again, getting harder each clip, louder pant starting to come from Jay as the penetrative bunko of nuisance became seeming. Sara then took a big swing music and hit her really firmly. Jay let out a cry and flattened her soundbox against the paries, her paw shaking behind her telling Sara that that was enough. Sara ran her hand over Jay's now reddening tail face and whispered something in her ear.

She slowly stood Jay up, turned her around and kissed her, their tongues becoming evident to all watching as they switched from side to side and the kissing became more passionate. Jay reached up and pulled down Sara's dress top, her tits now on show along with Jays. They were slightly belittled but perfectly round without being fake and pocket-sized, erect mammilla hat I noticed were pierced with small closed chain running through them. Jay leaned down and took a nipple in her mouth making Sara yip with joy as she sucked it hard and nibbled gently with her teeth. She tugged on the ring, stretching the tit out and Sara gave out a yelp. Jay moved her mouth and teeth to the other nipple and did the like, Sara holding Jays head in place, head back and centre wide shut in pleasure as Jay moved from nipple to nipple with her teeth and lingua, sucking and pulling on the rings.

She moved her hired man to under Sara's frock and lifted it revealing that Sara was not wearing any underwear. Sara parted her stage to read her own bald cunt to the gang as Jay began to rub the lips while forcing her natural language back into Sara's oral cavity. Sara reached down to Jay's now wet slit and rubbed a brace of times before entering a finger, making Jay squeal in mid-kiss. Jay entered her own finger into Sara, followed by another and digit fucked her as Sara added another fingerbreadth to her own. Both missy were stood, pegleg encompassing apart and finger's breadth fucking each other in full perspective of the crew around us. Sara ran her other deal around Jays arse and, judging by Jay reaction of a parachuting, had pushed a fingerbreadth in her arse. That did it for Jay. She held tight on to Sara's back with her free manus, let out a outcry and came, squirting over Sara's finger as she did so, droplets flicking on to the floor and their shoes. Her ramification shook with the spasms and she yelled out several times as her body shook before retracting her fingerbreadth from Sara's cunt and collapsed to kneel on the floor, puffing to get her breath back.

The crowd around us then did something unexpected. They started clapping and there was a few cheers. Jay looked up, her hair tousled over her face, smiled, and then began to laugh, along with Sara who helped her to her groundwork. Sara held her script and they both gave a theatrical performance bow to the applauding and appreciative crew.

"Thank you,"Sara said between laughs, her innocent hand presenting Jay to the crowd."You've been a great crowd. Thank you."She adjusted her dress to plow herself as Jay did the same and said to the crowd smiling as they became still,

"I didn't know she would cum so fast,"indicating Jay with her thumb, who was running her fingers through her hairsbreadth to tidy it."But that's all for today. It's a shame you don't have any gloryholes here otherwise the show would continue."

"But, we do,"said one of the womanhood in the bunch. A short, very attractive young blond lady friend, with amazing blue centre, who was obviously with the merely other cleaning woman in the workshop. All oculus fell upon her and she added in a quiet and somewhat block voice,

"A friend told me."

"Where is this space, sweetheart ?"Sara asked approaching the now blockade girl.

The daughter looked around at the hearing bunch and said,

"It's a small stead, recently opened. Not many people know about it because of sex laws and all that. It's next to an old peep show not far from here. There's a red room access with a bell. You ring it, they check you out on the CCTV then buzz you in. You pay xxx quid and continue as long as you want. fair sex go free. It has about ten John Wilkes Booth, quite narrow, but long with porn on a screen. There's a small cinema in there with a few couches and futons and they sell soft boozing and snacks. Not many cleaning lady go there but always plenty of horny men…"

She looked around at the crowd who were now taking a big interest in what she was saying before adding,

"…apparently."

Sara Lent forward and gave her a osculation on the cheek and said,"Thank you gorgeous."

The girl replied,"That's alright."and leaned forward to return the kiss, except she misjudged it and got Sara on the lip. Sara didn't react at the accident. She leaned forward and kissed the miss on the lips, slowly and tenderly. The girl eyes widened at the tinge of Sara's sass and I'm sure she went to go forward as her mouth started to open, her tongue perched but was bought back to the earth when she realised everyone was watching, the missy with her especially. She backed back a bit and pretended to look at some anal beads. She looked up at me again and our eye met. She stayed looking up at me and was starting to smile when her friend took the string of beads off her, reminding her that those were not what they had gone in here for, took her by the helping hand and led her away.

I watched her go. She was beautiful. Naturally beautiful. As she reached the far end of the gangway she briefly looked back at me and smiled before leaving. I was bought out of my reverie by Sara who turned to me and asked,

"Do you know this billet ? This peep show ?"

"I think so,"I replied, trying to commemorate the peep appearance of my youth and their locations.

Sara took Jay's hand and said,"Let's go."

As we went to leave the store, the tradesman stopped me and slipped me a card.

"Great display mate,"he said smiling, having apparently watched it on CCTV."Your friend asked me if it would be okay and I'm always fine with matter like that. On the card is my number. I sometimes help people out, couples and that, who want some filming done. return me a shout if you and the misses ever phantasy doing one, for yourselves of course."

"Thanks,"I said and pocketed the carte du jour.

We left the store and I led them to where I thought the cheep appearance was, a brusk walking away. The peep show was open, a big elderly womanhood was sat behind a counter, reading a cartridge holder just in the room access, ready to supply change to the bettor. The red, anonymous door to the gloryholes was to the right, a Melville Bell sat in the middle and a CCTV camera above pointing down at whoever rings it.

I reached up and pressed he bell.

To be continued in part seven, cumming soon .