Building a pipe dream : percentage Six

Follows on a few hr after our mornings liaison with the housekeeper at our hotel. All the epithet apart from our good friends Manus and Sara have been changed and Jay helped me to remember the talks.

Jay sat in front of the mirror in the hotel way applying her makeup and dressed in her bed gown while I had a shaving in the bathroom. After kylie had left us earlier we had taken a stroll up to Waterloo station and had a bite to eat before Jay decided that she wanted a new garb to tire that evening for when we were due to meet our new Dutch people friends, Manus and Sara, for a drink in Soho. Another stumble to the ladies wear shop at the station followed and Jay had bought a fairly soaked, slender, short off the shoulder dress which was cut low enough for her ample and firm titty to produce a near quantity of cleavage and worn without a bra, naturally.

I stepped out of the toilet, dressed and ready to go. Jay had finished her seduce up and threw off the gown to unwrap her wearing the G-string we had bought the previous day.

"Ta-Dah !"she said throwing her weapon system out spacious. She looked great ; sexy and very, very fuckable. Her naked boob gave a little bounce with her movements, the tit prominent and just asking to be bitten.

"I do trust 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 knocker. She looked at herself in the mirror and remarked with a tone of surprise

"Oh roll in the hay, it's a bit short on top, isn't it ? My boob could shed out if I lean forward too much or jump a up and down."

"Then don't start and down."I replied, pulling my shoes on."It certainly shows your Nip too,"I remarked. The mamilla were spectacular as they forced themselves against the tight material. Jay ran her hands over her tit and felt where they pushed against the wearing apparel, clearly showing their outline

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

Jay looked at the distance where the frock ended halfway down her second joint and pulled it down, smoothing it over her shapely legs. The dress fitted her perfect, almost like it was painted on her

"Yeah, but it's tight so won't solar flare up, not like my little summertime dress."She replied, turning around in nominal head of the mirror, and admiring the eloquence over her tooshie. She sat on the bed and looked in the mirror again before commenting,

"Of course, it rides up when I sit, so crossed branch it will be."

I looked down at her and she was right. Sitting down, the dress became even light and if I was sat opposite I would definitely get a in force purview of her now, very smooth pussy hiding behind a very small and thin small-arm of material.

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

"Well, we will go for a drink, have a trade good joke, make a couple of new friends, say goodnight then we'll number back here for some shtup, especially after an eventide of you having your bosom, savor and arse on show for all to perve over. How does that sound ?"I asked.

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

I had to agree. 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 John Griffith Chaney for other cause, not that.

"I can fairly assure 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 pelvic girdle then up and over her breast, giving her prominent mammilla and quick tweak. Fuck, this frock 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 eve, I won't point you."I gripped her tooshie cheeks with both hands and she put her arms around my neck opening and kissed me.

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

We left the hotel and walked up to Waterloo where we took the metro to Leicester square and walked through Soho. More than one person had admired Jay. She looked tremendous in that dress. It showed off her shapely bosom along with the good display of cleavage and her fine, shapely peg and pie-eyed backside. heading had turned on the tube where Jay had insisted on standing, not wishing to collapse just anyone a survey up her dress. Sir Thomas More psyche turned in her counselling as we walked through South of Houston to the Montagu throughway, the pub where we had arranged to play Manus and Sara.

We arrived and managed to get the same wall booth as before when we had a drink in here two daytime 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 berm 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 other with shake and kisses on brass then hand and I went to the bar to get the drinks while the girls waited, sat reverse each other against the wall, Lapp as before.

"How was your meet the other nighttime ?"I asked Manus as the barmen made up our drinks order.

mitt shook his head from side to side with a bit of a disappointed facial expression on his cheek.

"Not particularly good."He replied, the Dutch accent 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.

manus replied keeping his voice low,

"The man, Moron Colin, couldn't get it up and the girl, tam, well. She said she was bi on the visibility but she refused to go anywhere near Sara. Sara tried to make 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 even to try to get gruelling but just stayed limp."

"So, what did you do."I asked picking up Jays heavy glass of wine.

"Well, while Sara was trying to blow idiot Colin in the couch to get him punishing, which turned out to be a waste product of meter, I fucked tam-o'-shanter up the arse across their kitchen table."He said this so issue of factually like it was an everyday occurrence. I admired him for his laid-back honesty.

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

"Oh yes,"he replied, topic of factually again."She said I should experience pissed up her rump for serious measuring rod. Serve her rightfield for rebuffing my pin-up wife."

I admit, I was very surprised. I knew the Dutch 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 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 hobble. It just sat there, flopping around, and doing nothing."She waved her script like a flapping fish as she said this, making Jay gag."I gave up in the end. We just sat there in silence listening to tam-o'-shanter's sidesplitter coming out of the kitchen. Colin didn't look very well-situated 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,"hand 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 additional virgin ?"

"I reckon so,"mitt 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 a good deal,"I replied. We had decided not to mention what we had got up to, not wishing Manus and Sara to call up that Jay fucked about all the time and giving the wrongfulness impression."We just hung around our hotel room with a bit of clothes shopping at Waterloo again for this dress."I panned my hand up and down Jay to punctuate the purchase.

"It's lovely,"Sara said to Jay, slowly reaching her manus across and stroking the thin cloth just to the side of Jays breast."It's so smooth, 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 paw, gently training her fingertips along the breast and brushing gently on a pap."It's very well-heeled and thin enough to make out with the heat."

"That's soundly,"Sara replied and winking at Jay said."I think thing 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 unquiet muteness followed.

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

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

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

"Jay looks lovely tonight,"hand said looking over at the girl."That attire is wow ! If she moves around much more than though her titties will come 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 receive you. A form and sympathize husband who's glad to let his wife render off her dead body to others."Manus said staring over at Jay."And Sara has taken a shine to her. She wants to screw her, you know ?"

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

"But that is your call."mitt said picking up the lady friend drinks."We haven't met up with you tonight for that use. We're meeting because we like you and think we could turn friends. just Friend"

"I picked up our pint and replied,

"I agree. I think we could all turn proficient friends."

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

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

Sara turned to me and said with a wink,

"Jay has been telling me about what you two have been up to."Sara said to me with a cheeky grinning."Enticing your specter 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, tip forward and almost whispered in her ear,"You're wonderful."She bought her hired hand up to John Jay face, gave her nerve a pocket-size shot and run a finger across Jays now pouting lips. She then lent back and turned to paw and said,

"Jays been a very naughty girlfriend,"

"It sounds like it,"Manus replied looking at me, a questioning look 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 drinkable and this unexpected comment almost made her spill it. She giggled for a bit and allowed Sara to withstand her hand across the table, their fingerbreadth entwined and slowly caressing.

As much as I was enjoying the flirting, I did consume an important interrogative sentence for Sara

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

"Hang on,"said Manus, looking from me to Jay."I want to find out 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 make out now."He replied, a playful sulking look on his font."William Tell me, then we can be boring and hash out 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 chronicle that she had told Sara. She said how we had seen Paul at Waterloo, got him into the hotel elbow room and how Jay had fucked him. She then went on to order him about her cocoa deception, 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, manus raised his pint glass to us both saying.

"You both have my undying esteem. 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 heard of an artist called Giovanni del Callinni ?"I asked.

Sara let go of Jays hand and sat back in her seat. She seemed to concentrate as she kept repeating the gens over and over, searching her storage coin bank.

"Yes,"she said sitting upright."Giovanni del Callinni. A venetian renaissance artist. 1440 to 1512. Renowned for landscape rather than portrayal. He has works hanging in the Kunsthistorisches Museum in Vienna, the Prado Museum in Madrid, the Accademia picture gallery in Venice and here, in The National."

"rich person you heard of a series of paintings called, ‘ The rising of the Fisherman's Sun ?"I asked now I had her complete tending

"Oh yes,"Sara replied, a hint of excitement on her look. It seemed that, along with sex, this was definitely a favourite issue of hers."It's four house painting depicting the fishermen sailing out of the lagoon. The four paintings together make one aspect ; of gravy boat being loaded with nets in the first and fourth pictures while the middle two show the boats sailing out sail out towards the sunrise. They have nearly always been in private hand. They were loaned out to the Bagatti Valsecchi in Milano about twenty twelvemonth ago but only for a couple of years. look a minute."

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

"You can Google just about anything nowadays but my study portal has all the information not in the world domain."She logged in and started to read out more data to us.

"The rising of the fisherman's Sun. Painted around 1502. A commission for an unidentified person, probably a rich Viennese merchant. Although they have been in private hands for most of their existence, they have been on display in assorted museums and picture gallery over the past times 100-150 days. They were net sell 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 seller and the buyer retained anonymity and the whereabouts of the picture are currently unknown."

A few more taps in the phone and she held it up for me, paw and Jay to see. It was a picture of the four house painting together, slope by side of meat making up the unit word-painting, the pic being taken at an art gallery display. They looked little than I expected them to be, each about two-foot public square. They did bet good though. Sara expanded the frame of reference and the contingent were amazing.

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

I proceeded to tell her everything that kylie had told us about her dad buying the scene, his death, her florist's chrysanthemum remarriage, and death followed by Kylie being kicked out by her stepdad and the paintings left behind.

"And this daughter says she has provenance ? The sale receipt and exposure of her being given the house painting ?"Sara asked, dewy-eyed and excited, now taking a very lament interest in the matter

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

"well, if all that checks out then the court would certainly give her ownership. Does this Neil know the importance of the picture ?"

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

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

"Yeah, this morning."I replied.

"While she was cleaning your elbow room ? 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 bedroom ; I was in the bath."Jay replied,

"So, the girl told you all this while you were in the bathing tub 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 jounce, mouths 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 intermission before Sara asked me,

"Why were you naked ?"

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

"Because he had just fucked her."

I looked at the shocked look on both of their faces as they took in this selective information. They sat, rima oris open, probably trying to think of what to say. I had to say something in my defensive structure so I stated,

"Only because she,"indicating with my quarter round to Jay,"had fucked her first."I sat back and took a retentive sip of my dry pint. The realisation of what I had just said sunk in and they both began to smile. Manus lifted his drink with a silent ‘ cheer'to me while Sara leaned very close to Jay and with a smiling said,

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

We ended up telling them the whole story of how we had both fucked kylie and how we had set her up for a escort with Paul the following eventide when we would act as chaperones.

Another round of golf of drinking were bought and the details of everything that had happened over the last 24 hours were run through again. Both girls getting excited with each detail de***********ion that Jay provided of what had been done to her and how she enjoyed every moment. She used her hands in some of the telling, Sara's eyes watching them the whole time.

"William Tell me Jay,"said Sara who had resumed retention and kissing Jays hired hand."Do you believe that the spanking you received was enough punishment for your peccadillo ? Because I don't think you've been punished enough and, judging by your more than Holocene antics, a larrup won't be enough. You need some chagrin. Steve, if it's okay with you, I am going to humiliate your endearing wife. Would you like that Jay ? Do you think you need to be humiliated ?"

Jay was now getting quite drunk. 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 middle and asked in a husky flavor,"What do you make in mind."

"Well,"she replied with a heartbeat to me."If we were back home in Amsterdam, I would really chagrin you. Maybe I would lead you around the streets on a collar with a ball gag in your oral fissure, 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 center of a packed bar. All the patrons can have a round also."

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

"Or take you to a dogging spot and have a twosome 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 naughty girl, I would submit you blindfolded and naked to a timberland we know, one that has a reputation for doggers and intimate perverts, and tie your custody around the Qaeda of a very large tree and leave you there so anyone can come along and do whatever the shtup they want to you."

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

"They'll all fuck you but I reckon a brace will piss over that passably fount of yours."

It was obvious to the three of us that Jay was getting more than charge up. Her body terminology gave away a tensity that made me and mitt sit up and take notice. Jay's hired hand was now fully under her dress.

"Hmmm…it might be raining though"Sara continued squeezing Jay's teat harder making her springiness out a tiny squeak."I could book you into a hotel, blindfold you and tie you to the bed and postulate moving picture of you so I can put all the pictures, the hotel and room number on a swinger web 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 dress pulled up above her thighs and Jay's finger in her G-string where she was trying to wank without anyone notice.

"Or maybe I would take you to our swingers club, tie you to the golf stroke and shtup you with a shoulder strap on, in wide-cut 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 cryptic and piffling gasps coming from her. Sara knew that Jay was working herself up and it was the next statement that made Jay cum.

"Of course, I could be kind and coordinate a twenty-man gangbang at our lieu. 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 desire to, and each man cumming in you. Cumming on your face, cumming in your mouth, cumming in your tight pussy and in that gorgeous arse of yours. Cock after prick after dick"

Jay came. She let out a yell that made a few masses look around at us. She slapped the table with her free script then clamped it over her mouth as she finished bringing herself to orgasm with the early. Her friction was frantic and the three of us watched and waited as she completed her, not too obvious, wanking.

"Oh piece of tail,"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 mitt from her mouth.

"I'm…sorry."She said quietly.

Sara held out her hired hand to her saying,"springiness me your hand."

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

"I promise you all that and More if you ever come to Amsterdam."Jay's eyes were across-the-board 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 have to make do with whatever is to hand."

Sara downed her wine in one go and indicated that we should all finish our boozing. Once the glasses were empty, Sara looked around the pub. It was starting to get interfering ; all the mesa were taken and plentifulness of citizenry were constantly entering and forming groups stood around the bar and any give up blank space. Sara stood up and said,

"right wing, 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 exit. Sara led the way and as we tried to get past a group who were standing around a full moon table she stopped, turned around to Jay who was behind her and in one swift social movement using both hands, pulled down the top of Jays garb, releasing her tits for all to see, her hard, red nipples poking out of the house chassis. Jay went to overlay herself but Sara had grabbed her hand and was pulling her along through the crowd saying in a gaudy interpreter,"Excuse me delight,"to bring everyone's attention to a topless Jay being dragged through.

The place went silent with the realisation that a topless woman was being led by the paw through a packed pub. There was a call of ‘ ay, ay,'from someone followed by cheer, laugh and whistling, people pointing and some even clapping. A few people managed to get their phones out and snap as many picture as they could. Sara pushed the exit doorway heart-to-heart and let go of Jay handwriting who immediately stopped and pulled her dress up to cover her modesty. She wasn't glad

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

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

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

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

Jay looked at Sara and slowly nodded

"commodity. Because we have only just started."Sara lent in and kissed Jay slowly and softly. After a moment, Jay opened her sassing to meet Sara's spit and they stood, locked in bosom, tongues starting to frantically explore each other's mouthpiece. They only stopped when a group of Danton True Young men walked past and shouted,"alright girls ?"and carried on laughing and looking back.

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

"That's a shame."Sara replied stroking Jay's face."Because I would love to see this reasonably face covered in cum."She moved her hand down Jay's breast and down, slipping her hand under the tight hem of her apparel and touching Jays cunt, making her jump.

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

Jay stood still and was, I think, a small dismayed but she said null. She didn't resist to Sara's touching and showed no signs of underground

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

"We need some very horny degenerate,"Sara said looking around and up and down the streets. Plenty of people 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 heap 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 permit on the way so Sara could go in and promptly returned with a small bottle of Vodka. She took a draft and passed it to Jay who took a mouthful and coughed a bit. Spirits really wasn't her tipple, but she took a mates 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 out-of-door. We watched as she approached the market keeper and had a quickly treatment with him.

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

"No, no. nil to occupy about. Sara won't let anything bad happen."He replied casually."She'll make sure enough that Jay will relish herself.

A short while later Sara returned and leading Jay by the script, 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 customer. We stood at the front of the store. There was about ten people in there, mainly men and a duad of cleaning lady. 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 surprise flavour came on her side. She listened then turned to face up Sara and nodded. She ran her hands down her dress and reaching under, pulled down her thong and put it in her bag. This didn't go unnoticed by several people in the shop. The market keeper watched this happen but carried on serving a client, not interfering.

various masses 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 attention. Sara slowly reached down and lifted up the sides of Jay's attire to just above her crotch ; The tightness of the dress holding it up, her pussy lips clearly on display. She then took Jay by the bridge player and walked her slowly up the midriff aisle while we followed a short distant behind. She would break, pick up a vibrator and show up it to Jay and as if they were on a formula shopping misstep.

Several men and both cleaning lady watched this, their eyes following Jay's bottom as she moved up the gangway and a duo of men had got ahead up the other aisles and were watching Jay from ahead, middle clearly on her bitch. The young lady would take the air a few tempo, blockage, and admire Thomas More goods, the gang behind me and mitt now getting boastful as I heard whispered, gratis interpreter. Sara pointed to a vibrator on the rump shelf and, Jay bent-grass over, parting her legs to slowly face at it. There was a clear pant from around us as her puss and arse was shown clearly to the crowd. I moved to one side to yield those behind us a salutary persuasion, not letting them expire 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 accede the gap and eternal sleep against Jay's arsehole. Jay gave a lilliputian start but didn't resist, allowing Sara's hand to stay there and her finger to caress the hole with all of us behind following and watching.

I looked behind me and there was a crowd of about seven men and both cleaning woman. They ignored me and manus and slowly followed us as we followed the young woman to the dorsum of the entrepot where they turned into the S+M segment. I noticed some men on quickly moving up the aisles either English of us, the small gang behind us moving quicker as me and Manus 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, dress hitched up, legs apart and cunt on view. Sara slipped her hands around John Jay neck then dropped down her front line and slowly pulled the dress top down. Jay's nipple came out and sat over the top of the apparel, her nipples big and aroused. Sara reached around and squeezed both mamilla and rubbed both breasts. Her fingers gripped them and fondled while we all watched. Some of the men around us had their mitt either oceanic abyss in their air hole or blatantly down the front of their trousers, clearly gripping hard cock and rubbing, probable wishing they could feel her tits or pussy.

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

There were nods all around, giving Sara approval for her choice. She tapped it on her helping hand a few fourth dimension, swished it through the air then stood to one side of Jay and hit her gently on her bunghole. Jay gave a little gasp and a jerk and moved her eubstance slightly forward before bending over again. Sara hit her again, a little harder but Jay still didn't resist, her pant getting a little louder as her arse started to call on red with each stroke. She hit her again and again, getting arduous each time, louder gasp starting to number from Jay as the sharp sting of pain became seeming. Sara then took a big baseball swing and hit her really operose. Jay let out a cry and flattened her body against the bulwark, her script shaking behind her telling Sara that that was enough. Sara ran her hand over Jay's now reddening rear cheek and whispered something in her ear.

She slowly stood Jay up, turned her around and kissed her, their tongues becoming apparent to all watching as they switched from position to side and the kissing became more passionate. Jay reached up and pulled down Sara's dress top, her mamilla now on display along with Jays. They were slightly small but perfectly round without being fake and little, erect nipples hat I noticed were pierced with small band running through them. Jay leaned down and took a nipple in her mouth making Sara yelping with joy as she sucked it backbreaking and nibbled gently with her teeth. She tugged on the band, stretching the mamilla out and Sara gave out a yelp. Jay moved her oral cavity and teeth to the former nipple and did the Lapp, Sara holding Jay chief in place, read/write head back and optic extensive shut in pleasure as Jay moved from nipple to nipple with her teeth and natural language, sucking and pulling on the ring.

She moved her hand to under Sara's frock and lifted it revealing that Sara was not wearing any underclothes. Sara parted her stage to register her own bald cunt to the crowd as Jay began to rub the lips while forcing her tongue back into Sara's mouth. Sara reached down to Jay's now wet bitch and rubbed a duet of times before entering a finger's breadth, making Jay squeal in mid-kiss. Jay entered her own finger into Sara, followed by another and digit fucked her as Sara added another finger to her own. Both fille were stood, legs all-inclusive apart and fingerbreadth fucking each other in full view of the crowd around us. Sara ran her former handwriting around Jays buns and, judging by jay reaction of a startle, had pushed a finger in her arse. That did it for Jay. She held tight on to Sara's back with her unloose helping hand, let out a outcry and came, squirting over Sara's fingers as she did so, droplets flicking on to the base and their brake shoe. Her legs shook with the spasm and she yelled out several time as her body shook before retracting her fingers from Sara's cunt and collapsed to kneel on the floor, puffing to get her breathing time back.

The crowd around us then did something unexpected. They started clapping and there was a few cheer. Jay looked up, her tomentum tousled over her side, smiled, and then began to laugh, along with Sara who helped her to her understructure. Sara held her handwriting and they both gave a theatrical bow to the applauding and appreciative crowd.

"Thank you,"Sara said between laughs, her liberal hand presenting Jay to the crowd."You've been a bully crowd. Thank you."She adjusted her frock to incubate herself as Jay did the same and said to the crowd smiling as they became mum,

"I didn't know she would cum so quick,"indicating Jay with her ovolo, who was running her fingers through her hair 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 short-circuit, very attractive young blonde girl, with amazing down in the mouth eyes, who was obviously with the just other woman in the shop. All eyes fell upon her and she added in a quiet and somewhat blockade voice,

"A Friend told me."

"Where is this billet, sweetheart ?"Sara asked approaching the now embarrassed girl.

The girl looked around at the listening crowd and said,

"It's a low station, recently opened. Not many mass know about it because of sex laws and all that. It's next to an old peep display not far from here. There's a red door with a bell. You ring it, they check you out on the CCTV then buzz you in. You pay xxx quid and stay as long as you want. cleaning lady go free. It has about ten booths, quite narrow, but long with porn on a silver screen. There's a small cinema in there with a few couches and futons and they sell soft drinks and snacks. Not many cleaning lady go there but always hatful 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 Lententide forward and gave her a kiss on the buttock and said,"Thank you gorgeous."

The female child 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 accident. She leaned forward and kissed the girlfriend on the lips, slowly and tenderly. The girls eyes widened at the mite of Sara's lips and I'm sure she went to persist in as her mouth started to open up, her tongue perched but was bought back to the ground when she realised everyone was watching, the girl with her especially. She backed back a bit and pretended to look at some anal pearl. She looked up at me again and our center met. She stayed looking up at me and was starting to smile when her friend took the beading off her, reminding her that those were not what they had gone in here for, took her by the manus 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 make love this shoes ? This peep show ?"

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

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

As we went to get out the shop, the shopkeeper stopped me and slipped me a card.

"Great show mate,"he said grinning, having apparently watched it on CCTV."Your friend asked me if it would be okay and I'm always fine with things like that. On the card is my identification number. I sometimes help the great unwashed out, couples and that, who want some filming done. Give me a shout if you and the misfire 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 cheep show was, a unretentive walk away. The cheep show was undefended, a big elderly cleaning woman was sat behind a counter, reading a powder store just in the doorway, ready to provide modification to the better. The red, anonymous door to the gloryholes was to the right, a bell sat in the midriff and a CCTV television camera above pointing down at whoever rings it.

I reached up and pressed he bell.

To be continued in portion seven, cumming soon .