Building a pipe dream : region Six

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

Jay sat in front of the mirror in the hotel way applying her make-up and dressed in her bed robe while I had a shave in the bathroom. After Kylie had left us earlier we had taken a stroll up to Waterloo place and had a bite to eat before Jay decided that she wanted a new dress to don that evening for when we were due to meet our new Dutch booster, Manus and Sara, for a swallow in South of Houston. Another misstep to the dame wear shop class at the station followed and Jay had bought a fairly pissed, thin, short off the shoulder frock which was cut low enough for her ample and firm breasts to make a effective sum of money of cleavage and worn without a bra, naturally.

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

"Ta-Dah !"she said throwing her arms out encompassing. She looked capital ; sexy and very, very fuckable. Her raw white meat gave a little saltation with her crusade, the nipple spectacular and just asking to be bitten.

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

"Cheeky sodomite,"she said reaching for her dress. She stepped into it and pulled it up until the top just reached the middle of her white meat. She looked at herself in the mirror and remarked with a feel of surprise

"Oh fuck, it's a bit forgetful on top, isn't it ? My tits could shed out if I lean forward too often or start a up and down."

"Then don't jump and down."I replied, pulling my shoes on."It certainly shows your relish too,"I remarked. The nipples were prominent as they forced themselves against the tight textile. Jay ran her hands over her nipples and felt where they pushed against the dress, clearly showing their outline

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

Jay looked at the length where the clothes ended halfway down her thigh and pulled it down, smoothing it over her shapely legs. The frock fitted her perfect, almost like it was painted on her

"Yeah, but it's tight so won't flare up, not like my little summer dress."She replied, turning around in front of the mirror, and admiring the suavity 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 cross legs it will be."

I looked down at her and she was right. Sitting down, the dress became even brusk and if I was sat opposite I would definitely get a good position of her now, very smooth twat hiding behind a very minuscule and thin patch of fabric.

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

"well, we will go for a drink, have a good laugh, clear a distich of new booster, say goodnight then we'll come in back here for some screwing, especially after an eve of you having your tits, nips and butt on show for all to perve over. How does that sound ?"I asked.

"phone soundly to me,"she replied standing to attend at herself in strawman of the mirror again."As long as that's all the fucking we're doing. The past few days have been dazed. I think that will be the end of our ‘ sexual'dangerous undertaking now."

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

"I can fairly undertake that's all that will happen tonight and every day until we go home. Just us fucking."I said putting my hands around her shapely pelvis then up and over her boob, giving her salient mamilla and quick tweak. Fuck, this dress 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 evening, I won't stop you."I gripped her arse cheeks with both hands and she put her arms around my neck and kissed me.

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

We left the hotel and walked up to waterloo where we took the tube to Leicester public square and walked through SoHo. to a greater extent than one someone had admired Jay. She looked howling in that frock. It showed off her shapely embrace along with the good display of cleavage and her fine, shapely peg and sozzled buns. Heads had turned on the tube where Jay had insisted on standing, not wishing to give just anyone a view up her dress. More heads turned in her counsel as we walked through Soho to the Montagu Pike, the pub where we had arranged to meet Manus and Sara.

We arrived and managed to get the Lapplander 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 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 breathing space,"Wow !"

We stood up and greeted each other with handshakes and kiss on cheeks then mitt and I went to the bar to get the potable while the girls waited, sat diametrical each other against the wall, Saame as before.

"How was your sports meeting the former night ?"I asked hand as the bartender made up our drinks order.

Manus shook his question from side of meat to side with a bit of a disappointed look on his facial expression.

"Not particularly good."He replied, the Dutch people accent mark showing very strongly."I had a respectable enough time but for Sara, no."

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

paw replied keeping his voice low,

"The man, retard Colin, couldn't get it up and the girl, Tammy, well. She said she was bi on the profile but she refused to go anywhere near Sara. Sara tried to score her but she was having none of it, pushing her away and making excuses 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 Jays big glass of wine.

"fountainhead, while Sara was trying to muff Moron Colin in the lounge to get him intemperate, which turned out to be a waste of clip, I fucked Tammy up the arse across their kitchen table."He said this so matter of factually like it was an daily 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, matter of factually again."She said I should ingest pissed up her rear end for dependable criterion. serve her right hand for rebuffing my lovely wife."

I admit, I was very surprise. I knew the Dutch were more big 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 shrieking coming out of the kitchen. Colin didn't look 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,"Manus corrected her."I fucked her up the arse."

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

"With Olea europaea 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 laugh."I don't think she has ever had a cock 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 much,"I replied. We had decided not to remark what we had got up to, not wishing paw and Sara to remember that Jay fucked about all the prison term and giving the incorrectly impression."We just hung around our hotel room with a bit of clothes shopping at Waterloo again for this dress."I panned my helping hand up and down Jay to stress the purchase.

"It's lovely,"Sara said to Jay, slowly reaching her hand across and stroking the fragile material just to the side of Jays tit."It's so smoothen, and thin and it shows you off a treat."She said this looking directly at where the shape of jay nipples poked glaringly out of the material.

"Thank you,"Jay replied as Sara removed her hand, gently training her fingertips along the white meat and brushing gently on a nipple."It's very comfortable and lean 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 gossip didn't go unnoticed by any of us and a bit of an queasy silence followed.

I changed the subject to what they were planning on doing during their visit to London. The conversation built up a flow and we were soon comparing all the attracter in and around John Griffith Chaney where we had all visited.

Another drink followed, then another. The orotund glasses of wine was having an effect on Jay who was now on a soundly tipsy level and more chatty. She was starting to list closer to Sara when they spoke to each other and was absentmindedly leaning forward on her elbow more often, affording Sara with a good view of her cleavage, the top of her dress riding down more and more.

I went to the bar with Manus to get another round of drinks 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 this night,"mitt said looking over at the female child."That apparel is wow ! If she moves around much to a greater extent though her titty will fall 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 have you. A kind and agreement husband who's glad to let his married woman show 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 other day and the physical structure language currently being given off by Sara who was reaching over and helping to pull Jay dress up from where it was riding down over her breasts. She slowly pulled it up, stroking both knocker as she did so and running both hands over the nipples before removing her deal. Jay giggled as she did this, clearly enjoying the touch.

"But that is your call."Manus said picking up the little girl drinks."We haven't met up with you tonight for that purpose. We're merging because we like you and think we could get ally. near Quaker"

"I picked up our dry 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 guinea pig was. We sat down just as Jay was finishing her story.

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

Sara turned to me and said with a trice,

"Jay has been telling me about what you two have been up to."Sara said to me with a cheeky grin."Enticing your phantom fingerer back to yours and taking his virginity and then having a threesome with two of your early friends from the former night."She turned back to Jay, incline forward and almost whispered in her ear,"You're wonderful."She bought her deal up to Jays fount, gave her brass a pocket-sized stroke and run a finger across Jay now pouting backtalk. She then lent back and turned to mitt and said,

"Jays been a very blue girlfriend,"

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

"I think…"Sara said stretch over and taking John 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 shed it. She giggled for a bit and allowed Sara to hold her paw across the mesa, their finger's breadth entwined and slowly caressing.

As much as I was enjoying the flirting, I did have an important doubtfulness for Sara

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

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

Sara leaned towards hand 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 know now."He replied, a playful sulking smell on his boldness."William Tell me, then we can be boring and discuss art."

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

Jay repeated her story that she had told Sara. She said how we had seen Paul at Waterloo, got him into the hotel room and how Jay had fucked him. She then went on to narrate him about her chocolate trick, about Jim and Herbert Alexander 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, manus raised his dry pint glassful 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 shabu, clinked and cheers.

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

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

Sara let go of Jay hand and sat back in her seat. She seemed to center as she kept repeating the figure over and over, searching her memory banks.

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

"have you heard of a series of paintings called, ‘ The rebellion of the fisher's Sun ?"I asked now I had her unadulterated attention

"Oh yes,"Sara replied, a touch of excitement on her aspect. It seemed that, along with sex, this was definitely a favourite subject of hers."It's four picture depicting the fisher sailing out of the lagoon. The four painting together make one scene ; of gravy holder being loaded with network in the first and one-quarter pictures while the middle two show the boats sailing out sheet out towards the sunrise. 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 match of class. expect a minute."

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

"You can Google just about anything nowadays but my employment hepatic portal vein has all the information not in the public domain."She logged in and started to read out Thomas More information to us.

"The insurrection of the Fisherman's Sun. Painted around 1502. A commission for an unknown individual, probably a productive Viennese merchant. Although they have been in private hands for most of their existence, they have been on display in various museums and galleries over the past 100-150 days. They were net sold five years ago as a set to a private buyer for eight million Euros with a gallery in Paris acting on the Sellers behalf."She scrolled down the varlet and continued."The trafficker and the buyer retained anonymity and the whereabouts of the paintings are currently unknown."

A few more taps in the phone and she held it up for me, Manus and Jay to see. It was a picture of the four paintings together, side by side making up the whole picture, the picture being taken at an art gallery show. They looked smaller than I expected them to be, each about two-foot square. They did appear 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 secern her everything that Kylie had told us about her dad buying the pictures, his Death, her mums remarriage, and death followed by Kylie being kicked out by her stepdad and the paintings left behind.

"And this fille says she has birthplace ? The sale receipt and photo of her being given the paintings ?"Sara asked, dewy-eyed and excited, now taking a very cracking interest in the subject

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

"well, if all that checks out then the courts would certainly collapse 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 room ? She just came out with all this entropy ?"asked looking from me to Jay."Why was she cleaning your sleeping accommodation with you there ?"

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

"So, the girl 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 Manus and Sara sat back in seismic disturbance, mouths agape love 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 stool 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 meretricious as the drink was clearly starting to have an consequence,

"Because he had just fucked her."

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

"Only because she,"indicating with my thumb to Jay,"had fucked her first."I sat back and took a hanker sip of my pint. The actualization of what I had just said sunk in and they both began to smile. Manus lifted his deglutition with a silent ‘ sunniness'to me while Sara leaned very close to Jay and with a smile said,

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

We ended up telling them the whole narrative of how we had both fucked kiley and how we had set her up for a particular date with Paul the following evening when we would act as chaperones.

Another beat of potable were bought and the details of everything that had happened over the last xxiv time of day were run through again. Both little girl getting charge with each detailed de***********ion that Jay provided of what had been done to her and how she enjoyed every second. She used her hands in some of the relation, Sara's eyes watching them the hale time.

"William Tell me Jay,"said Sara who had resumed retention and caressing Jay hand."Do you think that the spanking you received was enough punishment for your indiscretion ? Because I don't think you've been punished enough and, judging by your More recent put-on, a lively won't be enough. You need some humiliation. Steve, if it's O.K. with you, I am going to humiliate your adorable wife. Would you like that Jay ? Do you think you need to be humiliated ?"

Jay was now getting quite sot. 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 Eskimo dog tone,"What do you take in in mind."

"fountainhead,"she replied with a split second to me."If we were back dwelling house in Amsterdam, I would really humble you. Maybe I would conduct you around the streets on a collar with a clump 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 drinking while Sara continued.

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

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

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

"Or, even better, since you have been a very spicy lady friend, I would take you blindfolded and naked to a forest we know, one that has a reputation for doggers and sexual perverts, and tie your deal around the foot of a very magnanimous Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and leave you there so anyone can come along and do whatever the fuck they want to you."

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

"They'll all fuck you but I reckon a match will piss over that middling look of yours."

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

"Hmmm…it might be raining though"Sara continued squeezing Jay's nipple harder making her give out a tiny squeak."I could book you into a hotel, blindfold you and tie you to the bed and ask exposure of you so I can put all the pictures, the hotel and room act on a swinger site and let a train of men come in and lie with you, one after the other."

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

"Or maybe I would take you to our swinger club, tie you to the swing 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 recondite and little gasps coming from her. Sara knew that Jay was working herself up and it was the next affirmation that made Jay cum.

"Of path, I could be variety and unionize a twenty-man gangbang at our place. Each man fucking you, two, three or four tool 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 grimace, cumming in your sass, cumming in your tight cunt and in that gorgeous buttocks of yours. Cock after peter after shaft"

Jay came. She let out a call that made a few people look around at us. She slapped the table with her barren mitt then clamped it over her back talk as she finished bringing herself to orgasm with the other. Her detrition was frantic and the three of us watched and waited as she completed her, not too obvious, wanking.

"Oh nooky,"she said from under her mitt 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 transport on their own discussions.

Jay eventually stopped moving and removed her helping hand from her rima oris.

"I'm…sorry."She said quietly.

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

Jay bought her quivering hired hand up from under the table. It was wet and glistening but Sara took it and one by one put the fingers in her mouthpiece and sucked them clean.

"I promise you all that and Sir Thomas More if you ever come to Amsterdam."Jay's heart were wide and she tried to compose herself as we all visibly relaxed."But we're not in Amsterdam and, as we discovered yesterday, you have no gloryholes we will have to take a crap do with whatever is to hand."

Sara downed her vino in one go and indicated that we should all finish our drinks. Once the looking glass were empty, Sara looked around the pub. It was starting to get busy ; all the tables were taken and plenty of mass were constantly entering and forming groups stood around the bar and any free space. Sara stood up and said,

"right field, let's go."Jay moved out from the table and smoothed her frock down and we made our way through the growing gang to the exit. Sara led the way and as we tried to get past a radical who were standing around a full table she stopped, turned around to Jay who was behind her and in one swift front using both workforce, pulled down the top of Jays dress, releasing her teat for all to see, her difficult, red nipples poking out of the firm shape. Jay went to insure herself but Sara had grabbed her bridge player and was pulling her along through the crowd saying in a trashy voice,"Excuse me please,"to bring everyone's attention to a topless Jay being dragged through.

The shoes went silent with the realization that a topless fair sex was being led by the hired hand through a packed pub. There was a cry of ‘ ay, ay,'from someone followed by cheer, laughter and pennywhistle, citizenry pointing and some even clapping. A few mass managed to get their phones out and photograph as many pictures as they could. Sara pushed the exit threshold open and let go of jay mitt who immediately stopped and pulled her clothes up to get over her modesty. She wasn't glad

"I can't believe you did that,"Jay shouted adjusting her wearing apparel and smoothing it down."multitude saw my tits and were taking pictures. I feel so…"

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

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

"Exciting, wasn't it ? Everyone in their seeing your lovely titties. What do you speculate they are thinking now ? That they would have liked to have touched them ? Squeezed them ? Sucked on your mammilla ? Cum over them ? You may feel humiliated but you're just given a soundly load of men, and probably some charwoman, something for them to fuck 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

"trade good. Because we have only just started."Sara Lent in and kissed Jay slowly and softly. After a second, Jay opened her mouth to receive Sara's tongue and they stood, locked in bosom, tongues starting to frantically research each other's mouthpiece. They only stopped when a group of young men walked past times and shouted,"O.K. girls ?"and carried on laughing and looking back.

Sara let Jay go and held her helping hand as we all walked down Hellene Street before stopping at the corner.

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

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

"That's a shame."Sara replied stroking Jay's face."Because I would lie with to see this pretty face covered in cum."She moved her hired hand down Jay's tits and down, slipping her hand under the pissed hem of her dress and touching Jays twat, making her jump.

"And here."Keeping her hand under Jays apparel she trailed it around to her tush and must have touched her arsehole because she continued,"And here."

Jay stood still and was, I think, a little 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 hornlike degenerate,"Sara said looking around and up and down the streets. mickle of multitude were out and about enjoying the warm summer 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 lots of deviant in there."

I looked at Jay who shrugged her shoulders and nodded, permission 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 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 draught, but she took a duo more, building up courage for whatever was about to materialise, I assumed

We arrived at the sex shop and Sara walked in, telling us to look out of doors. We watched as she approached the shopkeeper and had a quick discussion with him.

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

"No, no. aught to worry 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 deal, walked in and stood by the magazines. The shopkeeper recognised me and Jay. He nodded and winked in recognition then went back to serving a client. We stood at the front of the computer memory. There was about ten people in there, mainly men and a couple of woman. They paid no attending to us, concentrating on flicking through powder store or looking at the DVD's.

Sara whispered something in Jay's ear and a storm feeling came on her look. She listened then turned to present 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 various people in the shop. The storekeeper watched this happen but carried on serving a client, not interfering.

various 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 care. Sara slowly reached down and lifted up the sides of Jay's wearing apparel to just above her crotch ; The tightness of the apparel holding it up, her kitty-cat lips clearly on show. She then took Jay by the hand and walked her slowly up the eye aisle while we followed a short distant buttocks. She would stop, nibble up a vibrator and show it to Jay and as if they were on a convention shopping trip.

Several men and both women watched this, their eyes following Jay's arse as she moved up the gangway and a mates of men had got ahead up the other aisles and were watching Jay from ahead, eyes clearly on her cunt. The lady friend would take the air a few tempo, stop, and admire more commodity, the crowd behind me and mitt now getting boastful as I heard whispered, complimentary spokesperson. Sara pointed to a vibrator on the arse ledge and, Jay bent over, parting her legs to slowly looking at at it. There was a unclouded pant from around us as her cunt and arse was shown clearly to the crowd. I moved to one English to give those behind us a better persuasion, not letting them pass me though. They walked a few more paces and, as they did so, Sara ran her hand around Jay's arse then gripped a nerve, allowing her fingers to accede the shot and rest against Jay's arsehole. Jay gave a little kickoff but didn't resist, allowing Sara's hand to stay there and her digit to caress the hole with all of us behind following and watching.

I looked behind me and there was a bunch of about seven men and both womanhood. They ignored me and hand and slowly followed us as we followed the daughter to the back of the store where they turned into the S+M plane section. I noticed some men on quickly moving up the aisles either side of us, the small crowd behind us moving quicker as me and Manus sped our own footstep 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, wearing apparel hitched up, legs apart and cunt on aspect. Sara slipped her manus around Jays neck then dropped down her front line and slowly pulled the dress top down. Jay's teat came out and sat over the top of the clothes, her tit big and excite. Sara reached around and squeezed both nipple and rubbed both bosom. Her fingers gripped them and fondled while we all watched. Some of the men around us had their mitt either deep in their pockets or blatantly down the front end of their pant, clearly gripping hard cocks and rubbing, probable wishing they could feel her bosom or cunt.

Sara turned Jay to front the wall and hang her over, Jay holding on to the wall for musical accompaniment. Sara looked around and picked up a small crop. She held it up to the crowd with a questioning facial expression on her face.

There were nods all around, giving Sara approval for her choice. She tapped it on her hand a few time, swished it through the air then stood to one slope of Jay and hit her gently on her arse. Jay gave a little gasp and a jerked meat and moved her body slightly forward before bending over again. Sara hit her again, a piffling harder but Jay still didn't resist, her gasps getting a trivial louder as her tail started to become red with each CVA. She hit her again and again, getting firmly each time, louder gasps starting to make out from Jay as the precipitous con of pain became evident. Sara then took a big swing and hit her really severely. Jay let out a cry and flattened her torso against the wall, her hand shaking behind her telling Sara that that was enough. Sara ran her bridge player over Jay's now reddening seat cheek and whispered something in her ear.

She slowly stood Jay up, turned her around and kissed her, their tongue becoming discernible to all watching as they switched from position to side and the petting became more passionate. Jay reached up and pulled down Sara's apparel top, her pap now on show along with Jays. They were slightly smaller but perfectly round without being impostor and small, erect teat hat I noticed were pierced with small-scale ring running through them. Jay leaned down and took a tit in her mouth making Sara yelp with joy as she sucked it hard and nibbled gently with her teeth. She tugged on the ring, stretching the mammilla out and Sara gave out a yelping. Jay moved her lip and tooth to the other nipple and did the same, Sara holding Jays head in place, head back and eyes panoptic shut in pleasance as Jay moved from nipple to nipple with her teeth and glossa, sucking and pulling on the rings.

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 show her own bald cunt to the bunch as Jay began to rub the backtalk while forcing her tongue back into Sara's backtalk. Sara reached down to Jay's now wet cunt and rubbed a couple of clock time before entering a finger, 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, legs wide apart and finger fucking each other in wide-cut opinion of the crowd around us. Sara ran her other bridge player around jay keister and, judging by jay chemical reaction of a jump, had pushed a finger in her arse. 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 fingers as she did so, droplets flicking on to the floor and their brake shoe. Her ramification shook with the muscle spasm and she yelled out various times as her body shook before retracting her digit from Sara's cunt and collapsed to kneel on the base, puffing to get her breath back.

The bunch around us then did something unexpected. They started clapping and there was a few sunshine. Jay looked up, her whisker tousled over her side, smiled, and then began to express mirth, along with Sara who helped her to her infantry. Sara held her hand and they both gave a theatrical bow to the applauding and appreciative crowd.

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

"I didn't know she would cum so quickly,"indicating Jay with her thumb, who was running her finger's breadth through her tomentum 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 fair sex in the crew. A short, very attractive Thomas Young blond girl, with amazing blue oculus, who was obviously with the only other woman in the shop. All eyes fell upon her and she added in a tranquillize and somewhat embarrassed voice,

"A friend told me."

"Where is this place, truelove ?"Sara asked approaching the now embarrassed girl.

The daughter looked around at the hearing crowd and said,

"It's a small place, recently opened. Not many people know about it because of sex police force and all that. It's next to an old peep display not far from here. There's a red doorway with a bell. You ring it, they check you out on the CCTV then buzz you in. You pay 30 quid and bide as long as you want. Woman go free. It has about ten booths, quite narrow, but long with porn on a screen. There's a small film in there with a few couches and futons and they sell flabby drinks and snacks. Not many woman go there but always batch of horny men…"

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

"…apparently."

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

The girl replied,"That's alright."and leaned forward to return the osculation, except she misjudged it and got Sara on the lip. Sara didn't react at the accident. She leaned forward and kissed the girl on the lips, slowly and tenderly. The little girl heart widened at the contact of Sara's lips and I'm sure as shooting she went to continue as her back talk started to unfold, her knife perched but was bought back to the earth when she realised everyone was watching, the miss with her especially. She backed back a bit and pretended to attend at some anal beads. She looked up at me again and our middle met. She stayed looking up at me and was starting to smile when her friend took the pearl off her, reminding her that those were not what they had gone in here for, took her by the paw 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 daydreaming by Sara who turned to me and asked,

"Do you get it on this shoes ? This peep show ?"

"I think so,"I replied, trying to remember the peek shows of my younker and their locations.

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

As we went to leave the shop, the market keeper stopped me and slipped me a add-in.

"Great display Paraguay tea,"he said grinning, having apparently watched it on CCTV."Your friend asked me if it would be okay and I'm always fine with affair like that. On the bill is my turn. I sometimes help citizenry out, duad and that, who want some filming done. commit me a shout if you and the young woman ever fancy doing one, for yourselves of course."

"Thanks,"I said and pocketed the card.

We left the shop and I led them to where I thought the peek show was, a short paseo away. The peep show was open, a big elderly woman was sat behind a counter, reading a magazine just in the doorway, ready to supply change to the punters. The red, anonymous room access to the gloryholes was to the right, a doorbell 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 .