Tear Her Apart

We left the window open (as usual) and I Bondage could hear a few people talking but I don’t know if any of them saw us. The Scottish girls room light went on and then clamps off after a few seconds but I couldn’t see them looking towards us. Tuesday July 6 - Another night when we kept getting woken up. When we did get up Jon slammed our bathroom door lots of times. Jon decided that we were going to Ses Salines again but collar he decided that it best not to try the sarong ‘falling off’ trick again so soon. He told me to wear my short sarong skirt and crop top. I tied the skirt at the side but Jon pulled the knot round so that it was right in front of my pussy. It was only the ends dangling down that were stopping people from seeing everything I’d got. In the café having breakfast the waiter kept looking at my lap. I don’t think that he could see my pussy even though I could see the top of my bald pubic bone with just a hint of the top of my slit. Both bus trips were un-eventful and as we were walking through the long car park to the beach we stopped for a drink and Jon told me to take my top off and we walked the rest of the way with me topless. No one seemed to notice. We had another very relaxing day soaking up the sun and cooling down in the lovely sea. In the middle of the afternoon Jon put a pair of his mesh undies on and spanking I put just the short sarong skirt on and we went to a beach bar for something to eat. As we were queuing to be served we were stood in front of a table with a youngish couple on it. The woman was staring at Jon’s dick and the man was staring at my crotch. When I looked down I saw that the knot in my sarong was a little off-centre and the man must have had a great view of my pussy, rings and chain. I got all damp just thinking about it. That sounds a bit strange cos I’d just spent a couple of hours laying on a sun lounger with my wax legs wide open and not got wet. It must have been the excitement of it not being intentional. We went for another long naked walk in the woods. This time we ended-up near the part of the beach that has a lot of gays on it. As we walked through the sand dunes we say 2 gay couples having sex. Jon wouldn’t let me stop and watch them. He said that he felt like throwing-up. The way she kept adjusting how she wax sat, showing off her long legs and curvy ass in the process… damn. Hazel carried collar her daughter out of spanking the den, barely paying mind to her husband with young Elsie on his lap. The husband and his zombie wife arrived at the 'clinic' hoping for the cure but found the place abandoned. Again he watched me closely. He smiled perfunctorily as he took my hand. As we went, I couldn’t help but notice that Bondage Tali walked very close to me, closer than I expected she would. The whole next day was just me sitting on the couch while all the girls in the house took turns giving me orgasms. Seriously, I am just messing with you. I groaned, climbing towards it as clamps I feasted on Thea's yummy pussy. “What would make it better for you? Would you like to see them and touch them?” Muthusamy’s welcome back to the group was hot. Cora laughed. "Is everything alright?" Although our being in the back seat gave us the opportunity to do a little kissing and petting. Such a pretty pink with deep rose aureoles. “ Please show Mistress Brown to the master bedroom.” He said. She was the immigrant – the refugee – and she was fleeing from a hostile foreign body up beyond the stars.