I was surprised that it was a woman but when she arrived she turned-out to be quite nice; and her body was quite nice – if you like slim, big busted blondes wearing not a lot. The woman (Donna) took us to a pub for a drink to brief hijap us on what she was expecting. As we were talking she told me that she was glad that I was a girl who didn’t mind not wearing underwear. I was a little puzzled for a second. The no bra bit was obvious but I hadn’t thought that I had flashed her; accidentally or not. I asked how she knew and she told me that it was obvious to her; I was wearing a dress with a short skirt, sat with my knees touching and I wasn’t holding my bag, or my hands on my lap. She said that it was obvious to her that I wanted people to look up my skirt. “The jewellery adds to your desire to be seen as well.” Donna added. “Wow!” I said. I confirmed what sex I wasn’t wearing then told her that I hadn’t realised about the rest. “Probably doing it subconsciously;” she said, “do you go all exhibitionistic when you get aroused or drunk?” I blushed and Ryan confirmed that I do. Donna started telling us what was going to happen when we got to the studio and I realised that I was getting all excited and nervous. All seemed okay but I asked Donna if I could have a safe word that would stop everything. Donna was really nice and said that she was going to insist on it. About half way through telling me all about it Donna said, “See, I told you, you’ve spread your knees so that people can get a better look up your skirt. You’re a born exhibitionist.” I felt my face flush as I looked down at my legs and saw that Dona was right, my knees had a gap of nearly a foot between them; and I lying back on the seat. I quickly closed my knees and looked at Ryan. “You do that a lot TT.” Ryan said. I started to wonder if I actually was an exhibitionist but Donna started telling us about a couple of the machines that she wanted me to use and my train of thought got back to what was going to happen to me. We were in the pub for about an hour, Donna doing most of the talking about what she wanted to achieve at the studio the next day. All the time I could feel myself getting more aroused. A couple of times I looked down at my legs and had to close my knees; I guess that Ryan was right about me spreading my knees subconsciously. Anyway, just before Donna left she told me that it didn’t matter what I wore the next day as I wouldn’t be wearing it for long. She added that I could wear my barbells and stirrups but she asked me not to wear the chains. She said that they might get in the way. I blushed a bit, trying to think of a time when she’d been able to see up my skirt to my pussy. Then a thought crossed my mind; had Ryan sent her a photograph to her of me naked and wearing all my jewellery? Donna left, telling us that a taxi would collect us at 09:00 in the morning. We had another drink then decided to walk back to the hotel where Ryan got me to take my dress off in the lift. My arousal factor wasn’t that high at that point and I was embarrassed as I ran down the corridor to our room. Ryan opened the curtains in our room and we fucked hard before going to sleep. I irani doubted that anyone was looking into our room from the buildings across the street as all the windows were dark; but you never know. “It's okay… I understand.” he said. I had to steel myself up hijap as I felt it start to slide down my throat. Knowing the risk we would be taking if we did end up making love. “Yes sir,” And she graciously accepted the envelope that wasn’t even requested as she moved to the elevator to leave and go home. There were a few times when they got together at Ethan’s, and went swimming, that it turned into skinny dipping. George got up and I looked at the exercise cycles and regretted wearing that vibe. I could stare at this sight and never feel any less in awe, but both girls slowly turned back around and as I gazed back up to their faces they looked back at me and smiled oh-so-cutely. After catching her breath, she turned around and told Karan, “See, that’s what a real man does with his cock. They all seemed to focus in irani my core. More of the stimulating oil was being dribbled on her torso, crotch and upper thighs and what felt like dozens of hands were massaging the fragrant liquid into her skin. We were two wild animals pounding until we were covered in a coat of perspiration. It didn't take long for the forces of lust to swell sex my erection, my cock contracted just as I pulled away from her.