Building a dream : role Six

Follows on a few hour after our dayspring intimacy with the housekeeper at our hotel. All the names apart from our unspoilt friends manus and Sara have been changed and Jay helped me to recall the duologue.

Jay sat in front man of the mirror in the hotel room applying her makeup and dressed in her bed robe while I had a shave in the lavatory. After Kylie had left us earlier we had taken a stroll up to Battle of Waterloo station and had a bite to eat before Jay decided that she wanted a new garb to wear that evening for when we were due to meet our new Dutch ally, manus and Sara, for a drink in Soho. Another trip to the ladies wear shop at the place followed and Jay had bought a fairly tight, thin, short off the berm garb which was cut low enough for her ample and business firm breasts to produce a expert amount of cleavage and worn without a bra, naturally.

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

"Ta-Dah !"she said throwing her arms out all-inclusive. She looked great ; sexy and very, very fuckable. Her defenseless breasts gave a slight bouncing with her apparent motion, the mammilla striking 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 sodomist,"she said reaching for her dress. She stepped into it and pulled it up until the top just reached the middle of her bosom. She looked at herself in the mirror and remarked with a timbre of surprise

"Oh nooky, it's a bit short on top, isn't it ? My tits could spill out if I lean forward too much or parachuting a up and down."

"Then don't saltation and down."I replied, pulling my place on."It certainly shows your nips too,"I remarked. The tit were prominent as they forced themselves against the sozzled fabric. Jay ran her custody over her mamilla and felt where they pushed against the attire, clearly showing their precis

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

Jay looked at the duration where the wearing apparel ended halfway down her second joint 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 flare up, not like my niggling summer dress."She replied, turning around in front of the mirror, and admiring the smoothness over her arse. She sat on the bed and looked in the mirror again before commenting,

"Of course, it rides up when I sit, so scotch ramification it will be."

I looked down at her and she was right. Sitting down, the dress became even poor and if I was sat opposition I would definitely get a beneficial view of her now, very smooth snatch hiding behind a very small and thin piece of fabric.

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

"well, we will go for a swallow, have a adept laugh, make a couple of new friends, say goodnight then we'll come back here for some screwing, especially after an eventide of you having your nipple, nips and stern on show for all to perve over. How does that sound ?"I asked.

"audio good to me,"she replied standing to count at herself in figurehead of the mirror again."As long as that's all the fucking we're doing. The past few solar day have been stupid. I think that will be the end of our ‘ sexual'adventures now."

I had to accord. There had been a lot of sex with different multitude for her and although we had both really enjoyed the experiences, we had come to London for other reasonableness, not that.

"I can fairly ensure that's all that will happen tonight and every day until we go home. Just us fucking."I said putting my mitt around her shapely hips then up and over her titty, giving her spectacular mammilla and warm pinch. nookie, this dress made her feel smooth and gorgeous.

"Although, Sara has taken a refulgency to you."I continued."So, if you want to give her a goodnight kiss at the end of the evening, I won't stop you."I gripped her hind end cheek with both helping hand and she put her weaponry around my neck and kissed me.

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

We left the hotel and walked up to Waterloo where we took the electron tube to Leicestershire Square and walked through Soho. More than one individual had admired Jay. She looked grotesque in that clothes. It showed off her shapely bosom along with the in effect display of segmentation and her mulct, shapely legs and tight arse. oral sex had turned on the tube where Jay had insisted on standing, not wishing to give just anyone a survey up her garb. More heads turned in her focussing as we walked through Soho to the Ashley Montagu Pike, the pub where we had arranged to gather hand and Sara.

We arrived and managed to get the Saami wall booth as before when we had a drink in here two days ago. As we sat manus and Sara entered, saw us, waved, and came over smiling. Sara was also dressed in a very low cut, off the shoulder joint dress with the bottom swishing against her thighs as she walked with a aphrodisiacal 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 kiss on cheeks then paw and I went to the bar to get the swallow while the girls waited, sat opposite each other against the wall, Lapp as before.

"How was your sports meeting the other night ?"I asked Manus as the barmen made up our drinks order.

hand shook his head word from side to side with a bit of a disappoint flavour on his face.

"Not particularly good."He replied, the Dutch accent mark showing very strongly."I had a good enough time 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 female child, Tammy, well. She said she was bi on the profile 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 excuses to leave the way. poor people Colin sat there wanking all evening to try to get voiceless but just stayed limp."

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

"wellspring, while Sara was trying to bollocks Moron Colin in the lounge to get him surd, which turned out to be a waste of time, I fucked tam-o'-shanter up the arse across their kitchen table."He said this so matter of factually like it was an everyday natural event. I admired him for his mellow satin flower.

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

"Oh yes,"he replied, matter of factually again."She said I should have pissed up her arse for honorable bill. do her right for rebuffing my lovely wife."

I admit, I was very surprised. I knew the Dutch were more large-minded 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 girls 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 laugh."I gave up in the end. We just sat there in silence listening to tam-o'-shanter's howler coming out of the kitchen. Colin didn't looking very comfortable 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 olive oil."Sara added and looked around at Manus asking,"Was it extra virgin ?"

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

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

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

"Oh, not much,"I replied. We had decided not to advert what we had got up to, not wishing Manus and Sara to think that Jay fucked about all the time and giving the unseasonable impression."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 accentuate the purchase.

"It's lovely,"Sara said to Jay, slowly reaching her hand across and stroking the thin material just to the side of Jays breast."It's so quiet, and thin and it shows you off a treat."She said this looking directly at where the shape of Jays nipples 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 undecomposed,"Sara replied and winking at Jay said."I think matter 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 uneasy 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 London where we had all visited.

Another drink followed, then another. The vauntingly glasses of wine was having an effect on Jay who was now on a skillful tipsy storey and more chatty. She was starting to lean closer to Sara when they spoke to each early and was absentmindedly leaning forward on her cubitus more often, affording Sara with a in force horizon of her segmentation, the top of her dress riding down more and more.

I went to the bar with manus to get another bout of drinks and we both looked back at the girls who were leaning close to each former and laughing at whatever Jay was saying.

"Jay looks lovely this evening,"manus said looking over at the girlfriend."That dress is wow ! If she moves around much more than though her titty will strike 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 stimulate you. A kind and translate husband who's happy to let his married woman record off her body to others."Manus said staring over at Jay."And Sara has taken a shine to her. She wants to fuck her, you know ?"

"Really ?"I said. It wasn't really a surprise judging by the flirting the early day and the body oral communication currently being given off by Sara who was reaching over and helping to rive John Jay dress up from where it was riding down over her breasts. She slowly pulled it up, stroking both breasts as she did so and running both handwriting over the nipple before removing her hands. Jay giggled as she did this, clearly enjoying the touch.

"But that is your call."Manus said picking up the girl potable."We haven't met up with you tonight for that use. We're meeting because we like you and consider we could get friends. skilful friends"

"I picked up our pint and replied,

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

As we approached the table I could see Jay becoming more animatedly with whatever she was telling Sara, using her hands to emphasise movements on whatever the topic was. We sat down just as Jay was finishing her story.

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

Sara turned to me and said with a nictation,

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

"jay been a very racy daughter,"

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

"I think…"Sara said reaching over and taking Jays 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 hold her handwriting across the table, their digit entwined and slowly caressing.

As much as I was enjoying the flirt, I did ingest an important question for Sara

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

"Hang on,"said mitt, 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 grin still on her face.

"No, no. I want to sleep with now."He replied, a playful sulking look on his face."Tell me, then we can be boring and saucer art."

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

Jay repeated her chronicle that she had told Sara. She said how we had seen Saul at Waterloo, got him into the hotel room and how Jay had fucked him. She then went on to evidence him about her burnt umber conjuration, about Jim and Simon collecting the lover and then how she had fucked them both. mitt sat listening intently throughout, clearly enjoying the de***********ions of what had been done to Jay.

When Jay finished, Manus raised his dry pint glass to us both saying.

"You both have my undying regard. 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 Jays hand.

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

Sara let go of Jay hand and sat back in her seat. She seemed to centre as she kept repeating the name over and over, searching her computer memory cant.

"Yes,"she said sitting upright."Giovanni del Callinni. A venetian renaissance artist. 1440 to 1512. Renowned for landscapes rather than portraiture. He has works hanging in the Kunsthistorisches Museum in Austrian capital, the Prado Museum in Madrid, the Accademia verandah in Venezia and here, in The National."

"wealthy person you heard of a serial publication of paintings called, ‘ The rebellion of the fisher's Sun ?"I asked now I had her complete tending

"Oh yes,"Sara replied, a touch of excitement on her grimace. It seemed that, along with sex, this was definitely a favourite subject of hers."It's four paintings depicting the fisherman sailing out of the lagune. The four house painting together make one scenery ; of boat being loaded with nets in the starting time and twenty-five percent word-painting while the middle two show the boats sailing out cruise out towards the sunrise. They have nearly always been in private hands. They were loaned out to the Bagatti Valsecchi in Milan about twenty years ago but only for a couple of geezerhood. Wait a minute."

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

"You can Google just about anything present but my work portal has all the data not in the public domain."She logged in and started to read out Thomas More entropy to us.

"The rising of the fisherman's Sun. Painted around 1502. A commission for an unnamed person, probably a rich Viennese merchant. Although they have been in secret hands for most of their macrocosm, they have been on showing in various museums and galleries over the past 100-150 class. They were last sold five eld ago as a set to a buck private buyer for eight million Euros with a art gallery in City of Light acting on the sellers behalf."She scrolled down the page and continued."The seller and the purchaser retained anonymity and the whereabouts of the paintings are currently unknown."

A few more lights-out in the phone and she held it up for me, Manus and Jay to see. It was a ikon of the four paintings together, side by side making up the whole picture, the pic being taken at an art gallery exhibit. They looked little than I expected them to be, each about two-foot square. They did expect good though. Sara expanded the frame and the detail were amazing.

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

I proceeded to evidence her everything that kylie had told us about her dad buying the pictures, his demise, her Dendranthema grandifloruom remarriage, and destruction followed by kiley being kicked out by her stepdad and the picture left behind.

"And this lady friend says she has provenance ? The cut-rate sale receipt and pic of her being given the painting ?"Sara asked, wide-eyed and excite, now taking a very bully interest in the matter

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

"Well, if all that checks out then the courts would certainly give 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 manus

"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 bedroom with you there ?"

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

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

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

Both Manus and Sara sat back in shock, sass agape as they looked at each of us.

"And where were you ?"Manus 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 interruption before Sara asked me,

"Why were you naked ?"

Jay replied for me, a little too loud as the drinking was clearly starting to give an effect,

"Because he had just fucked her."

I looked at the scandalise look on both of their faces as they took in this entropy. They sat, back talk open, probably trying to think of what to say. I had to say something in my defence so I stated,

"Only because she,"indicating with my ovolo to Jay,"had fucked her first."I sat back and took a hanker sip of my dry pint. The fruition of what I had just said sunk in and they both began to smile. hand lifted his crapulence with a unsounded ‘ cheerfulness'to me while Sara leaned very close to Jay and with a smile said,

"I am so going to spank you severe later, you naughty, naughty girl."

We ended up telling them the solid taradiddle of how we had both fucked Kylie and how we had set her up for a date with Saint Paul the following eve when we would act as chaperones.

Another round of drinks were bought and the details of everything that had happened over the in conclusion twenty-four minute were run through again. Both girls getting mad with each detailed de***********ion that Jay provided of what had been done to her and how she enjoyed every endorsement. She used her deal in some of the singing, Sara's center watching them the unhurt time.

"Tell me Jay,"said Sara who had resumed keeping and caressing Jays hand."Do you opine 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 joke, a snappy won't be enough. You need some mortification. Steve, if it's okay with you, I am going to mortify your lovely wife. Would you like that Jay ? Do you mean you need to be humiliated ?"

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

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

"Well,"she replied with a wink to me."If we were back household in Dutch capital, I would really humiliate you. Maybe I would conduce you around the streets on a catch with a orchis gag in your back talk, only dressed in your underwear with a big butt-plug in your arse."

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

"and then spank and whip you in the middle of a packed bar. All the patrons can sustain a turning also."

Jay had stopped giggling and was now extensive eyed and listening closely.

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

"Or, even better, since you have been a very spicy girl, I would shoot you blindfolded and naked to a timberland we know, one that has a report for doggers and intimate perverts, and tie your bridge player around the alkali of a very large tree and leave you there so anyone can make out along and do whatever the fuck they want to you."

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

"They'll all fuck you but I reckon a mates will piss over that pretty face of yours."

It was obvious to the three of us that Jay was getting to a greater extent than excited. Her consistence language gave away a tensity that made me and hand sit up and take card. Jay's hand was now fully under her dress.

"Hmmm…it might be raining though"Sara continued squeezing Jay's teat harder making her spring out a tiny squeaker."I could record you into a hotel, blindfold you and tie you to the bed and take pictures of you so I can put all the word-painting, the hotel and elbow room number on a tramp site and let a railroad train of men come in and fuck you, one after the other."

Jay had started rubbing herself. I casually looked down and saw the apparel pulled up above her second joint and Jay's fingers in her thong where she was trying to jack off without anyone notice.

"Or maybe I would carry you to our swinger club, tie you to the cut and fuck you with a strap on, in full 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 deep and trivial gasps coming from her. Sara knew that Jay was working herself up and it was the adjacent instruction that made Jay cum.

"Of course, I could be sort and organise a twenty-man gangbang at our spot. Each man fucking you, two, three or four prick in you all at once, fucking you, pinning you down so you can't resist, not that you would require to, and each man cumming in you. Cumming on your boldness, cumming in your mouth, cumming in your besotted puss and in that gorgeous bum of yours. Cock after prick after cock"

Jay came. She let out a yell that made a few hoi polloi look around at us. She slapped the board with her free manus then clamped it over her oral fissure as she finished bringing herself to orgasm with the other. Her detrition was delirious and the three of us watched and waited as she completed her, not too obvious, wanking.

"Oh fuck,"she said from under her hand as she finished cumming"Oh fuck, oh fuck. 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 hand from her mouth.

"I'm…sorry."She said quietly.

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

Jay bought her shaking helping hand up from under the table. 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 heart were astray and she tried to compose herself as we all visibly relaxed."But we're not in capital of The Netherlands 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 finish our drinks. Once the glasses were hollow, Sara looked around the pub. It was starting to get occupy ; all the tabular array were taken and plenty of multitude were constantly entering and forming group stood around the bar and any free place. Sara stood up and said,

"Right, let's go."Jay moved out from the table and smoothed her dress down and we made our way through the growing crowds to the going. Sara led the way and as we tried to get past a group who were standing around a good table she stopped, turned around to Jay who was behind her and in one Gustavus Franklin Swift bowel movement using both hands, pulled down the top of Jay attire, releasing her tits for all to see, her backbreaking, red nipples poking out of the business firm anatomy. Jay went to get across herself but Sara had grabbed her hand and was pulling her along through the bunch saying in a cheap articulation,"Excuse me please,"to bring everyone's attention to a topless Jay being dragged through.

The place went mute with the realisation that a bare-breasted charwoman was being led by the hired hand through a packed pub. There was a shout of ‘ ay, ay,'from soul followed by cheer, laughter and whistling, masses pointing and some even clapping. A few people managed to get their sound out and snap as many picture as they could. Sara pushed the outlet room access open and let go of Jays handwriting who immediately stopped and pulled her dress up to deal her modesty. She wasn't happy

"I can't believe you did that,"Jay shouted adjusting her apparel and smoothing it down."People saw my breast and were taking delineation. I feel so…"

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

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

"Exciting, wasn't it ? Everyone in their seeing your endearing titties. What do you suppose they are thinking now ? That they would have liked to have touched them ? Squeezed them ? Sucked on your nipples ? Cum over them ? You may feel humiliated but you're just given a good load of men, and probably some cleaning lady, something for them to jerk off over for the next few days. So, I will ask you again. Did you find it exciting ?"

Jay looked at Sara and slowly nodded

"goodness. Because we have only just started."Sara lent in and kissed Jay slowly and softly. After a moment, Jay opened her backtalk to invite Sara's tongue and they stood, locked in embrace, knife starting to frantically explore each other's mouths. They only stopped when a radical of youthful men walked past and shouted,"alright girls ?"and carried on laughing and looking back.

Sara let Jay go and held her hand 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 foreland,"None that I know of."I replied.

"That's a shame."Sara replied stroking Jay's face."Because I would love to see this middling expression covered in cum."She moved her bridge player down Jay's teat and down, slipping her manus under the tight hem of her frock and touching Jays cunt, making her jump.

"And here."keeping her manus under Jay clothes she trailed it around to her arse and must have touched her arsehole because she continued,"And here."

Jay stood still and was, I think, a fiddling shocked but she said nothing. She didn't resist to Sara's touching and showed no signs of resistance

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

"We need some very horny pervert,"Sara said looking around and up and down the streets. Plenty of people were out and about enjoying the warm summers evening but none that fitted Sara's de***********ion. She turned to me and said,

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

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

We stopped off at an off permit on the way so Sara could go in and promptly returned with a small-scale bottle of Vodka. She took a draught and passed it to Jay who took a mouthful and coughed a bit. Spirits really wasn't her tipple, but she took a couple more, building up courage 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 flying discussion 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 surely that Jay will savor herself.

A short while later Sara returned and leading Jay by the manus, walked in and stood by the cartridge holder. The shopkeeper recognised me and Jay. He nodded and winked in credit then went back to serving a customer. We stood at the front of the store. There was about ten hoi polloi in there, mainly men and a span of cleaning woman. They paid no attention to us, concentrating on flicking through magazines 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 dress and reaching under, pulled down her G-string and put it in her bag. This didn't go unnoticed by several hoi polloi in the shop. The shopkeeper watched this happen but carried on serving a customer, not interfering.

several hoi polloi looked at Jay and gave her the once over. Jay's nipples were really pointing out of her garb and this was drawing a lot of aid. Sara slowly reached down and lifted up the sides of Jay's dress to just above her crotch ; The tightness of the clothes holding it up, her pussy lips clearly on show. She then took Jay by the hand and walked her slowly up the midriff gangway while we followed a short distant behind. She would stop, pick up a vibrator and show it to Jay and as if they were on a normal shopping trip.

Several men and both women watched this, their eyes following Jay's tush as she moved up the aisle and a couple of men had got ahead up the former aisles and were watching Jay from ahead, eyes clearly on her cunt. The girls would take the air a few yard, stop, and admire more good, the crowd behind me and mitt now getting magnanimous as I heard whispered, complimentary voices. Sara pointed to a vibrator on the bottom shelf and, Jay hang over, parting her legs to slowly look at it. There was a clear pant from around us as her pussy and arse was shown clearly to the bunch. I moved to one side to grant those behind us a in effect view, not letting them conk me though. They walked a few Sir Thomas More paces and, as they did so, Sara ran her hand around Jay's arse then gripped a cheek, allowing her finger's breadth to move into the crack and rest against Jay's arsehole. Jay gave a little start but didn't resist, allowing Sara's hand to stay there and her fingers to caress the muddle with all of us behind following and watching.

I looked behind me and there was a crowd of about seven men and both cleaning lady. They ignored me and paw and slowly followed us as we followed the female child to the dorsum of the store where they turned into the S+M plane section. I noticed some men on quickly moving up the aisle either side of us, the little crowd behind us moving quicker as me and Manus sped our own tempo 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, dress hitched up, legs apart and cunt on prospect. Sara slipped her bridge player around Jays neck then dropped down her front and slowly pulled the dress top down. Jay's tit came out and sat over the top of the dress, her nipples big and aroused. Sara reached around and squeezed both pap and rubbed both breasts. Her fingers gripped them and fondled while we all watched. Some of the men around us had their hands either rich in their pockets or blatantly down the front of their trousers, clearly gripping voiceless cocks and rubbing, likely wish they could palpate her titty or pussy.

Sara turned Jay to face the wall and bent her over, Jay holding on to the paries for support. Sara looked around and picked up a small harvest. She held it up to the crowd with a questioning aspect on her face.

There were nods all around, giving Sara blessing for her choice. She tapped it on her paw 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 piffling 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 gasp getting a niggling louder as her arse started to turn red with each stroke. She hit her again and again, getting harder each time, louder pant starting to derive from Jay as the acutely hustle of nuisance became apparent. Sara then took a big swing and hit her really surd. Jay let out a cry and flattened her eubstance against the rampart, her bridge player shaking behind her telling Sara that that was enough. Sara ran her hand over Jay's now reddening arse cheek and whispered something in her ear.

She slowly stood Jay up, turned her around and kissed her, their spit becoming evident to all watching as they switched from face to side and the hugging became more passionate. Jay reached up and pulled down Sara's dress top, her tits now on show along with Jays. They were slightly smaller but perfectly round without being fake and small, erect nipples hat I noticed were pierced with pocket-size tintinnabulation running through them. Jay leaned down and took a nipple in her lip making Sara yelping with joy as she sucked it hard and nibbled gently with her teeth. She tugged on the band, stretching the nipple out and Sara gave out a yelp. Jay moved her sassing and teeth to the other nipple and did the Saami, Sara holding jay straits in place, head back and eyes wide shut in pleasure as Jay moved from nipple to nipple with her teeth and tongue, sucking and pulling on the tintinnabulation.

She moved her hand to under Sara's dress and lifted it revealing that Sara was not wearing any underwear. Sara parted her legs to demonstrate her own bald cunt to the crowd as Jay began to rub the lips while forcing her natural language back into Sara's mouth. Sara reached down to Jay's now wet cunt and rubbed a couple of meter before entering a fingerbreadth, making Jay squeal in mid-kiss. Jay entered her own finger into Sara, followed by another and finger fucked her as Sara added another finger to her own. Both girls were stood, peg spacious apart and fingerbreadth fucking each other in full prospect of the gang around us. Sara ran her early hand around Jays arse and, judging by Jays reaction of a leap, had pushed a digit in her keister. That did it for Jay. She held tight on to Sara's back with her free hand, let out a cry and came, squirting over Sara's finger's breadth 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 fingers from Sara's bitch and collapsed to kneel on the floor, puffing to get her breathing spell back.

The crowd around us then did something unexpected. They started clapping and there was a few cheerfulness. Jay looked up, her hair tousled over her grimace, smiled, and then began to express joy, along with Sara who helped her to her human foot. Sara held her script and they both gave a theatrical bow to the applauding and appreciative crowd.

"Thank you,"Sara said between jest, her free deal presenting Jay to the crowd."You've been a great crowd. Thank you."She adjusted her dress to cover herself as Jay did the same and said to the bunch smiling as they became silent,

"I didn't know she would cum so ready,"indicating Jay with her thumb, who was running her fingerbreadth through her haircloth to square away 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 women in the crowd. A curt, very attractive young blonde girl, with amazing blue center, who was obviously with the only other char in the shop. All oculus fell upon her and she added in a quiesce and somewhat abash interpreter,

"A friend told me."

"Where is this stead, sweetie ?"Sara asked approaching the now embarrassed girl.

The young lady looked around at the listening bunch and said,

"It's a small place, recently opened. Not many people know about it because of sex laws and all that. It's succeeding to an old peep display not far from here. There's a red door with a bell shape. You ring it, they check you out on the CCTV then buzz you in. You pay thirty quid and stay on as long as you want. fair sex go free. It has about ten cubicle, quite specify, but long with porn on a projection screen. There's a small film in there with a few sofa and futons and they sell easygoing drinks and snacks. Not many adult female go there but always plenty of horny men…"

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

"…apparently."

Sara Lententide forward and gave her a kiss on the face 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 lips. Sara didn't react at the chance event. She leaned forward and kissed the girl on the lips, slowly and tenderly. The female child center widened at the trace of Sara's lips and I'm sure she went to continue as her rima oris started to give, her tongue perched but was bought back to the earth when she realised everyone was watching, the daughter with her especially. She backed back a bit and pretended to bet at some anal pearl. She looked up at me again and our middle met. She stayed looking up at me and was starting to smile when her booster took the beads off her, reminding her that those were not what they had gone in here for, took her by the bridge player and led her away.

I watched her go. She was beautiful. Naturally beautiful. As she reached the far end of the aisle 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 jazz this billet ? This peep show ?"

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

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

As we went to allow for the workshop, the market keeper stopped me and slipped me a card.

"Great show mate,"he said smiling, having apparently watched it on CCTV."Your champion asked me if it would be okay and I'm always fine with things like that. On the card is my turn. I sometimes help people out, couples and that, who want some filming done. Give me a shout if you and the girl ever image doing one, for yourselves of course."

"Thanks,"I said and pocketed the posting.

We left the shop and I led them to where I thought the cheep show was, a short paseo away. The peep appearance was undefended, a big aged woman was sat behind a comeback, reading a magazine just in the doorway, ready to add change to the bettor. The red, anonymous door to the gloryholes was to the rightfield, a bell sat in the midsection and a CCTV tv camera above pointing down at whoever rings it.

I reached up and pressed he bell.

To be continued in contribution seven, cumming soon .