The Photo Shop Ch. 87

The Photo Shop by Candyman666©

All characters participating in sexual activity in the stories are 18 or over. Please don't be afraid to let me know what you think of my stories. This story is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or localities is entirely coincidental.

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Chapter 87: Linda surfaces

The day after, I was still recovering from my dinner appointment with Tanja and preparing myself to face a bunch of unruly kids dragged by their parents to the studio, to have their picture taken for menus or communion cards, or just memory cards of their Spring Celebration for the non-religious people, when somebody rang my bell.

Oh my God, who could that be? Not already one of those parents, I hope; I was only just awake and enjoying my morning tea with some toast and jam. Anyway, I dragged myself to the video phone to check who was at my door at this ungodly hour. To be honest, I had to look twice before I realized that it was Linda. When I said hello on the intercom, it was confirmed.

"Hi Lew, remember me?"

"Oh my God, Linda, that's been a while."

"Yes, and I'm so sorry to not send you anything or let you know how I was doing."

"Well, don't just stand there, come on up," I said while pushing the button that opened the door.

Opening the door to the staircase, I saw her climbing up, but strangely enough, she was followed by a second person.

Arriving at the top of the stairs, she threw herself into my arms and gave me a hug that almost choked me, followed by a kiss that again took my breath away.

When she let go, I held her by the shoulders and looked at her. She had changed. For starters, her hair was pink. Did she look taller? I had no idea, maybe not. She was still lean, and I guess sporty, not an ounce of extra fat on her. As far as I could make out, of course, her being fully dressed.

"Where have you been? What happened to you? All of a sudden, you just disappeared."

"First, allow me to introduce my girlfriend, Lew. This is Bree."

"Hello, Bree, nice to meet you."

I let my eyes go over Bree; she looked nice, maybe a bit bizarre with orange hair. Yes, not gingery but absolutely orange. Probably to match Linda's strange hair color. She had a cute face with blue eyes and a pleasant smile playing around her lips. As she was wearing baggy clothes, I couldn't make much of her figure. I could only guess.

"So you're this famous Lew that Linda can't shut up about," she replied.

"I guess I am..."

"But you're an old man."

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, Bree. What did you expect?"

"The way Linda was telling me about you, I expected a young, virile man, somewhere about our age, maybe a few years older, judging by all the experience she said you had.

"Sorry, Lew, you'll have to excuse Bree; she says it as she thinks it. Sometimes it feels as if I'm living together with Mork, from Mork and Mindy."

"You keep saying that, Linda, but I have no idea who these characters are. Do you, Lew?"

"Yes, of course, it was a very popular series on TV at the end of the seventies; the character Mork was played by Robin Williams, while his girlfriend Mindy was portrayed by Joan Merwin. I presume you know Robin Williams?"

"Yes, of course: Jumanji, Good Morning, Vietnam, to name a few of the most famous I know. But I don't recall this series Linda mentioned."

"Mork and Mindy, you mean?"

"Yes, what was it about?"

"Mork was an extraterrestrial from the planet Ork, and Mindy became his girlfriend on Earth."

"Oh, something like ET?"

"Not exactly. Mork looks like a normal human, on steroids."

"On steroids?"

"The storylines of the series usually center on Mork's attempts to understand human behavior and American culture, as Mindy helps him to adjust to life on Earth. It usually ends up frustrating Mindy, as Mork can do things only according to his home planet's customs. He does all kinds of crazy things and reacts in a funny way to what he experiences on Earth. It was so funny; they produced four seasons which were aired in the States at the end of the seventies, beginning of the eighties."

"That's a long time ago; I was a baby, not yet watching TV -- well, not those kinds of programs. And I'm so sorry to call you an old man, but when Linda told me about the things you two were up to, I was expecting somebody around her age."

"Darling, I never told you Lew's age, as I was convinced that you would, first probably not believe me, and second think I was crazy to experience all that with an elderly man and rave about it."

"Well, ladies, it's all water under the bridge now. I'm happy to see you again, Linda, and to make your acquaintance, Bree. But please tell me how you met, and what exactly your relationship is?"

"To answer your last question first, Lew, we are a couple, girlfriend and girlfriend."

"A lesbian couple?"

"If you want to put a label on it, yes."

"It's not that I want to put a label on it, but I know for a fact you are not 100% lesbian, Linda."

"No, I'm bi, but I did experience making love to a woman a long time ago, remember? With Astrid. Is she still around?"

"Absolutely, still running her 'boutique'."

"Yeah, she had a bit of Missus Bucket, Bouquet, in her, didn't she?"

"That hasn't changed; never refer to her little store as a clothing shop."

At that moment, I heard somebody ringing the bell of the shop.

"Oh my God, my first customers of the day are here, and I need to go to the shop to let them in."

While descending the stairs and opening the door of the shop to let the first customers in, they kept asking questions.

"Still keeping busy, I see, Lew," Bree remarked.

"Yes, and this week is absolutely hell."

"Oh, why? Is something special happening?"

"Communion."

"Communion?" Bree asked, "What the F*** is that?"

"I presume you're not Catholic, Bree."

"No, I'm anti-religion."

"OK, Communion is the time when the kids go through a special ceremony. At age six, they are, for the first time, allowed to receive the holy bread, and around twelve, they make their religious vows themselves, taking on those their Godparents made for them at Baptism. However, if, like you, they don't have a religion, they celebrate Spring."

"We celebrate Spring every year, so what's so special about this one?"

"It's not special, but to also give the kids with non-religious parents something festive, they invented the Spring Festival."

"I see."

"If you keep quiet while I help my customers, you're welcome to join me in the studio. I'll tell them you are students, like Jada."

"That would be fun, Lew," Linda said. "Is Jada still working for you?"

"Yes, she's in her last year of Senior High School."

"And is she here today?"

"Of course, what would you expect with all these parents and kids coming? Jada is great with kids."

When we arrived in the shop, Jada had already let the first customers in. God, what would I do without this wonderful girl?

"Linda! It's been a while." Jada exclaimed when she saw Linda enter behind me.

"Hey Jada, long time no see."

"Yes, where have you been hiding?"

"Girls, I'm sorry, but this is not the time to start reconnecting; we have work to do."

"Yes, we do," Jada said. "We have, and it's gonna be a busy day. Maybe we can see each other later today?"

"Ok, but would you mind if we join you in the studio, Lew? We promise to keep quiet."

They asked so nicely; how could I refuse them, and who knows, maybe I'd get them to pose for me later, when the customers have gone.

When they entered, I heard Linda whisper to Bree, "This is where I met Lew for the first time."

I couldn't refrain from commenting.

"Yes, that's when you were contemplating a career in modeling, and you needed a portfolio."

"And you were so kind as to point me toward some local sponsors to pay for the portfolio."

The studio was set up for the kind of pictures we needed to take: neutral backgrounds, or backgrounds with a religious theme. I had the most stunning views of stained-glass windows, which were always very popular with the parents. For the non-religious, I had bought a few different garden view backdrops. One was a picture taken in Keukenhof, the most well-known tulip gardens in the Netherlands, but I also had some of the botanical gardens in Meise, close to Brussels.

So we immediately got busy with our first customers. They had twelve-year-old twins, two lovely girls, who were being confirmed, and who had their own ideas about how they wanted to be photographed. No stained-glass background for them; they preferred a view of the annual fair in Antwerp, depicting some of the more adventurous rides. That resulted in a serious discussion with Mom and Dad, which the kids in the end won. It was that or no pictures, so the parents caved. The girls also only wanted to pose in their dresses for the party after the religious ceremony. They did not want to be photographed wearing the obligatory uniforms of the school.

Jada, Lida, and Bree, a bit less, as she didn't speak any Flemish, helped the twins convince the parents to do it their way. That's where I realized that Bree indeed spoke English with an unfamiliar accent.

When the first group had left, we got to chatting again. Linda talked with Jada, and I turned to Bree to get to know her a bit better.

"May I ask where you are from, Bree? You have a familiar accent, but I can't really place it."

"I'm from down under, Lew, a genuine Aussie."

"Yes, now that you tell me, I do recognize it. We've got lots of Australian series on Belgian television."

"Yeah, I bet it's 'Neighbours'."

"Amongst others, but also 'Sons and Daughters'."

"That was slightly before my time, Lew."

"But you know the series?"

"Yes, it was my mother's preferred series, and if my memory serves me right, it aired from 1982 through 1987. And I was born in 1985, too young to watch it, as you can imagine."

"....... So, you are twenty-five?"

"Very good, Lew."

"I may be old in your eyes, darling, but I'm not senile yet."

"Yeah, but calculating that off the top of your head."

"Don't forget I come from an era where pocket calculators were not available. The first ones were marketed in 1970, and cost a fortune, something my parents could not afford."

"So you are from before 1970?"

"Euh, yes, did Linda never tell you my age?"

"Nope."

"But just looking at me, you decided I was an old man?"

"Sorry, yes.

"Well, well, so how old do you think I am?"

"I don't know, fifty-something?"

"Everybody, I want to take Bree to dinner!"

"Why only Bree?" both Linda and Jada wanted to know.

"She thinks I'm fifty-something."

"Come on, Bree, Lew's..." I immediately stopped Linda from revealing my real age.

"Why don't you shut up, Linda, if you want to join me at that dinner

"Are you ashamed of your age, Lew?" Linda wanted to know.

"No, I'm not ashamed, but if a young, beautiful woman estimates me at fifty-something, I feel flattered, and I want to enjoy that feeling."

"You are vain."

"No, I'm not. It strokes my ego."

"Now you're stroking mine, Lew," Bree interjected. "A young, beautiful woman? Do you really find me beautiful?"

"Absolutely!"

"Don't listen to him, Bree. All he wants is to photograph you in the nude."

"Do you now, Lew?"

"Euh, what can I say, I do love to photograph beautiful women, and yes, preferably in the nude, if they don't mind; some don't, do they, Linda?"

"What can I say, you tricked me, telling me I could make lots more money if I showed a bit more skin."

"And you did... show a lot of skin."

"Yes, and I'm still not sorry I did."

"I hope not, and would you be willing to do it again?"

"Absolutely, but not right now, since you are in the middle of photographing kids.

"Of course not, that'll be something for later this evening when all the kids are tucked safely into their beds, dreaming of all the toys, for the small ones, or the money, for the somewhat older ones, they received from their parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and so on and so on."

"What did you get when you were confirmed, Lew?"

"Let me think; that was a while ago."

"Oh, yeah, how many years ago, Lew?" Bree wanted to know.

"Trying to trick me, Bree?"

"Trick you, absolutely not, Lew," she replied, turning slightly red in the face, but trying to look all innocent.

"If I remember correctly, I got my first camera, a Geva box. I also got a visit to the Zoo in Antwerp and took my first photos there."

"No meal?"

"Yes, of course, we had lunch in a restaurant in downtown Antwerp, 'À l'ombre de la Cathédrale', in English, 'in the shade of the cathedral', and it was indeed right next to the cathedral.

"Why did it have a French name?"

"In those days, all somewhat renowned restaurants had a French name. They mainly served French cuisine. The restaurant still exists today."

"Oh, can we go there for dinner, Lew?"

"If you want to, yes, of course."

"Good, it'll be a trip down memory lane for you."

"Maybe, and it will allow us to show Bree some of our town."

"Yes, when it comes to visiting Antwerp, Lew is an excellent guide; he knows all the stories, why Antwerp is called Antwerp, and so forth."

"Goodie, I love to visit new towns and learn all about them."

"Unfortunately, it will have to be this evening, ladies. I've got lots of work. I see that my next customers have already arrived," I said while Jada was guiding another couple with their offspring into the studio.

"Can you recommend a good hotel, Lew?" Linda wanted to know.

"Hotel, do you want to stay in a hotel?"

"We can't sleep in the park, Lew."

"No, but you could stay here; I've got a nice guest bedroom."

"Can we?"

"Yes, of course, as long as you don't stay for a couple of months."

"No, of course not; it would only be for a few weeks. We are touring Europe now."

"Well, get your asses upstairs, I'm sure you can find the guest bedroom on your own."

"Wow, thanks, Lew, that'll save us a lot of money. Money we can spend on transport, you know, trains, planes, and stuff."

"Boats are the word you are looking for, dear, when you want to travel to the UK."

"Yes, the ferry, but we could also go by train nowadays, couldn't we?"

"You can. Get seasick on a boat, Bree?"

"No, but it seems easier and faster if you want to travel to London."

"Yes, it is. When I was still working, I took that train many times- well, the Shuttle you can put your car on - when I was traveling to Luton to the parts warehouse of Vauxhall."

"Yes, I remember you telling me, you used to travel all over Europe for your job, didn't you?"

"Yes, now get, we've got work to do."

"Yes, Dad," Linda replied with a big smile on her face.

Jada and I continued with the photos; the last customers walked out of the studio around six PM. I was bushed, and so was Jada.

"Hey Jade, you want to join me upstairs so you can chat with the girls?"

"Can I, Lew?"

"Of course, dear, you've got a lot of catching up to do."

While the girls were chatting, I started to prepare a simple meal for all of us. All of a sudden, they looked up and saw me busy in the kitchen.

"Are you cooking, Lew?" Linda asked with a grin on her face.

"Yes, and wipe that grin off your face, young lady. I know exactly what I'm doing."

"Are you sure? Cooking is a bit different than mixing chemicals to develop photographs, you know."

"Are you afraid I might poison you?"

"Poison, maybe not, but I'm afraid of how it's going to taste."

"You shouldn't worry, Linda," Jada interjected, "Lew knows exactly how to prepare what he's preparing."

"Oh, and how do you know what he's preparing, dear?"

"Going by the smell, I think he's preparing one of my favorite Brazilian dishes. Aren't you, Lew?"

"Yes, dear."

"And what might that be?" Linda wanted to know.

"Feijoada."

"Yeah, and what is Feijoada exactly? Something terribly spicy?"

"No, not exactly; it's a very famous Brazilian dish from the region of Rio de Janeiro. It consists of black beans, cooked slowly with pork, if you add smoked ribs, which I guess, going by the smell, Lew did. To complete it, he should have added some farofa, which is toasted manioc flour, which gives the dish a crunchy texture, but I doubt if he got around to buying some manioc flour, or even found it. So I guess he added some fried bananas and orange slices, just like my sister Elsa did when she was cooking for Lew."

"Ah, your sister was cooking for him... why, she's Jack's sub, isn't she, so why was she cooking for Lew?"

"That you have to ask Lew. It's my story, but theirs to tell."

"Lew, what is the story about Elisa cooking for you?"

"Oh, nothing special, just something about losing a wager."

"I bet that it was not just a wager. Come on, man, spill. I love your juicy stories." Linda said.

"Maybe later, when you have tasted my culinary artistry."

"I never knew you didn't like spicy food, Linda," Bree said.

"Oh, darling, there is so much that you don't know about me."

"Isn't it about time, then, that you tell me everything?"

"Where do you want me to start, love, when I was born?"

"How about you start when you met our host? I know a bit, but I don't seem to know a lot. I know that you posed for the first time in the nude for him and that his was the first penis you ever saw and touched."

'Yes, that's true. I remember when I came to the studio, I had never seen or touched a real live penis in my life."

"And was that also the first penis to enter your vagina?"

"If you absolutely must know, yes, it was Lew who deflowered me."

"And all that during that first photo session?"

"No, absolutely not. What do you take me for?"

"Oh my God, that must have changed your life completely?"

"That and some other things happening in this building."

"Are you referring to your performance at the club?"

"Yes."

"And where exactly is that club? It was near here, wasn't it?"

"Yes, Bree, in the cellar under the studio."

"So we were actually standing on top of a BDSM club earlier when we were in the studio?"

"Yes."

"Oh, my God, I've never been so close to such a facility."

"You've never been in such a facility either, Bree," Linda replied.

"Can we go now? I want to see it."

"I think we should eat first."

"Yes, Bree, we can't let Lew's culinary artistry go to waste. Besides, you can't just go there as you would go to a disco. You need to be a member."

"I guess I could buy a membership card, couldn't I, Lew?"

"When the club is open, yes, but that's not the case today."

"It only opens late at night, I guess?"

"No, it has nothing to do with hours -- well, only a little bit. Normally it opens around eight pm."

"Ah, so we can go in about an hour, after we devour your Brazilian dish?"

"No, again, not today, but you might be in luck; next Saturday it's the monthly open-house evening, when you can go and buy a one-time entry ticket."

"I have to wait until Saturday?" Bree said with a pout.

"Well, Bree, it seems you know about Linda's performance at the club?"

"Yes, she told me about the big opening of that club and how she was on display."

"I would call it more than being on display; she was the main act of the evening."

"No, I wasn't, Lew; there were a lot of other things going on."

"Yes, but you were still center stage, being toyed with by the master of ceremonies."

"Is that this Tanja that Linda mentioned?"

"Yes, the inimitable Tanja."

"Wow, is she that good?"

"She's even better," Jada interjected.

"How do you know Jada?" Bree asked.

"Oh, I was at the inauguration as well."

"Yes, you were; you were the demo manikin for the St. Andrew's cross, weren't you?"

"Yes, not only was Lew the first to flog me then, but he gave me an unexpected oral orgasm."

"Was he any good? It's hard to do better than a woman."

"I haven't had much experience with women giving me an oral exam, but I can assure you that Lew would definitely rank in the top ten of the ones I experienced."

"That good, hey? I bet he gave you one as well, Linda. Strange that you never mentioned that to me."

"Oh, I had no idea you would be interested in an oral job by a man."

"I'm interested in any oral examination, dear, you should know that."

"Yes, you're right. If I promise you one, I can get you to do anything for me."

"That's not true; I always do everything for you by simple request."

'Yes, but when I promise to lick your pussy, you go the extra mile."

"So you think that if your friend Lew would promise to lick my pussy, I would do anything for him?"

"Ladies, ladies, I do not promise any pussy licking, and I certainly would not want to ask you to do anything for me in return, Bree."

"Are you sure, mister photographer, even if I were to offer to pose in the nude for you?"

"I would never ask such a thing, young lady."

"Oh no?"

"No, I would ask Linda to convince you to do it solo, and then together with her."

"Is that the way you operate, ask a friend to convince another friend to shed her clothes in front of your camera?"

"That usually works, yes."

"Well, it won't work with me."

"I see. How could I convince you then to shed your clothes in front of my camera?"

"You could offer me a good pussy licking."

"Are you asking me to give you one as payment for posing nude?"

"YES!"

"And you will only pose for me?"

"Euh, that was the deal I proposed."

"And what do I get out of that?"

"You get to taste my wonderful pussy, and if you do a good job, see me cum, and you'll also get my naked body for your photo collection."

"OK, I'll think about it."

"WHAT?"

"I said I'll think about it."

"Linda, who is this clown?"

"Who do you mean, Lew?"

"Yes, that clown."

"Why, what did he do wrong?"

"WHAT DID HE DO WRONG? He's been yanking my chain, making all kinds of promises about potentially licking my pussy, and then he says he'll think about it."

"So?"

"So? Is that all you can say after I offered to take my clothes off in front of his camera? I thought that's what he wanted?"

"Is that what you want Bree to do, Lew?"

"Only if she's OK with it. I would never force a woman to shed her clothes if she wasn't comfortable with it, you know that."

"Yes, I do, Lew, but Bree is not used to you and your ways of pulling a woman's leg?"

"Sad isn't it, Linda, and I thought you had friends who liked a bit of fun."

Bree was looking from me to Linda and back, big question marks in her eyes. When it finally dawned on her.

"You are indeed yanking my chain, aren't you?"

"Actually pulling your leg, dear, if you want to use the proper expression. I thought you'd never catch on, so yes, I'll come and play in your playground with my tongue if that is what you would like to experience. And if I do that, I expect you to be completely naked, so I can also photograph you."

"You are a hard man to please, Lew."

"No, I'm not; ask Linda or Jada, I always aim to please the ladies."

"So shall we do that now?"

"You really want to kill me, don't you?"

"Why would I want to kill you, now all of a sudden? Is that more of you toying with my brain?"

"No, but I've had an extremely tiring day photographing all these unruly and noisy children, not to mention dealing with their very demanding parents, and preparing a culinary high. So I would first like to have a bite to eat and a bit of a rest, before I tackle dessert."

"And then you'll do me, after your dessert?"

"No, dear."

"NO?"

Oh my God, this woman is exasperating. "YOU ARE DESSERT."

"OH, sorry, I didn't catch on. I never see myself as dessert, rather as the main course." She replied, mimicking an angry face.

"OK, I'll have a second main course after my rest."

"Now you're talking," she said with a smirk on her face this time.

"Oh, yes, Lew, when you were preparing this wonderful dish you are about to serve, you mentioned you would tell me how you got to learn about it when Jada's sister prepared it for you, when she paid for a lost wager. What wager was that, by the way?"

"Linda, you never told your friend Bree about your little trip to London with Elisa and the wager you, she, and Grace lost?"

"Euh, no, it wasn't my finest moment losing that bet."

"Come on, Linda, spill. Now I want to know all about it."

"OK, we bet Lew that we- that is, Elisa, Grace, who was accompanying Lew on his trip to London, and I- could make him cum within a maximum of twenty minutes, while all three of us together pleasured his body and cock."

"Don't tell me you lost."

"I'm afraid we did."

"And what did you have to do or pay if he won?"

"We each had to act as a slave for him for twenty-four hours."

"OK, but what did that have to do with preparing this special Brazilian dish?"

"Aside from the expected BDSM play, he made us cook and clean for him during those twenty-four hours. Grace even had to prepare a big Christmas dinner."

"I see, so that's when he got acquainted with Brazilian cuisine, but Jada, you are also from Brazil; did you never cook for Lew?"

"I did, but it was my sister who introduced him to the Brazilian delights."

"Was that before or after he enjoyed your Brazilian delight at the inauguration?"

"After, before all his slavery thing with my sister, I just prepared the occasional meal for him, but strictly European stuff."

"OK, let's try Lew's attempt at Brazilian cooking now."

After I filled their plates with my concoction, it became silent, aside from the occasional tinkle of cutlery.

When I didn't hear anything for about ten minutes, I became anxious. Did they not like what I prepared? Was it too spicy? I couldn't wait any longer; I needed to know what they thought of my cooking.

"Well, was it a bit too spicy for your liking?"

All three looked at me with a mischievous smile on their faces, while keeping me waiting for another ten seconds, looking at each other. Then, as if by mutual agreement, Linda took the lead and put me out of my misery.

"It was great, Lew. I must admit I had my doubts, but I can assure you that you are as good in the kitchen as in the bedroom... and the red room," she said.

"Red room, what red room?" Bree wanted to know.

"You know, Bree, the red room from the movies of Fifty Shades of Grey we saw together."

"You have one of those?"

"No, not exactly, but we use the reference when we talk about the club."

"The club? You mean the BDSM club in your basement?"

"Amongst others. You heard a mention of Grace when Linda told you about the London trip?"

"Yes, does she have a red room?"

"Yes and no."

"Is that again one of your guessing games, Lew?"

"No, dear, but Grace has a couple of posh apartments downtown that you can rent when you come on vacation to Antwerp, and one of those apartments does have a red room. Oh, and, by the way, so does Tanja's house."

"How do you know that, Lew?" Linda wanted to know.

"If you must know, I spent the night in Tanja's house the other day when we celebrated her birthday, and I had the pleasure of trying it out."

"With Tanja or with Vag?"

"Vag? Who the fuck is Vag?"

"She's Tanja's sub; her full name is Vagina, referring to her task of taking care of Tanja's Vagina, but everybody, including Tanja, refers to her as Vag. If we get the chance to go to the club, you will certainly meet her, as you will Elisa, Jada's older sister."

"Is she also a sub of Tanja's?"

"No, she's Jack's sub."

"Oh, my God, who is Jack?"

"Jack is the electrician, specialized in Shibari."

"Is that something electrical?"

"NO, you might know it as bondage, but then a few steps more creative and artful."

"Oh boy, I'm so looking forward to visiting that club."

"You will have to be patient, dear. I will try to convince Tanja to grant me another favor, which might work now as I just took her out to dinner to celebrate her birthday."

"Oh, how old is Tanja in fact, Lew?"

"LINDA! You should know better than to expect me to divulge that kind of information about a woman, and especially not about my dear friend and tenant Tanja."

"Sorry, Lew, yes, I know you will never tell anything that might be revealing about the people you know."

"As I would never reveal how you commanded me to take something from you, Linda."

"Oh, please, Lew, what did Linda demand from you that you can't reveal?"

Linda saved me by replying. "OK, Bree, if you want to know, I asked Lew, together with Jada, by the way, to take my anal virginity."

"Did she, Lew?"

"I think she just told you, dear."

"Yes, she did, didn't she? God, Linda, I'm learning more and more of your dark secrets. I think I'd like to stay a little bit longer than we originally planned and learn even more juicy details about your past."

"I was wondering what your plans were, and how you met in the first place."

"We have no immediate plans," Linda replied.

"Yes, we do, Linda. You were going to show me Europe, as I showed you my country."

"Is that how you met, with Bree showing you around Australia?"

"No, not immediately; we met with me doing something crazy with my hair."

"You mean this crazy color?"

"Yes, I was hanging out with a bunch of artists doing all kinds of crazy stuff, and they convinced me to have my hair in a special color."

"OK, but how did Bree fit into that picture?"

"I went looking for a hair salon, and there she was with green hair."

"Green hair? How did you get green hair, Bree?"

"I was working there, and all the other girls working there had different, out-of-this-world hair colors, and green was the color none of the other girls had, so I ended up with it."

"But now it's not green, it's orange."

"Yeah, I decided that was a far better color for me, and it matches very well with Linda's."

"So you met in the salon, and then?"

"We became friends. For one or other reason, we clicked immediately."

"After six months, Bree stopped working in the salon, and we decided to go backpacking around Australia, which we did for another six months. But after that, Bree said she'd had enough of her country and wanted to explore the rest of the world, so we decided to come to Europe for me to show Bree around."

"So you just arrived here?"

"Yep, landed yesterday in Brussels and came straight here; our biological clocks are still on Aussie time."

"What is the time difference?"

"As you are in summertime, it's eleven hours, so what time is it here now?"

"It's about eight in the evening, dear, so for you it's seven in the morning?"

"Yes, so we've been awake for more than 24 hours."

"High time for you to get some shut-eye?"

"Maybe, but it will be a bit difficult as it's morning for us."

"OK, but again, you haven't slept for more than 24 hours, and I've seen you yawn a couple of times."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Let's go to bed, Bree, I'm bushed."

"That's an Australian way of saying you're knackered, isn't it?"

"You are familiar with Aussie dialect, Lew?" Bree remarked.

"A bit, yes, probably due to all the Australian series we have on TV here."

"You mean like Neighbours?"

"Amongst others, yes."

"Yeah, you mentioned a few, even from before I was born."

"Indeed, I did, but coming back to your remark about being bushed, why don't you girls hit the sack?"

"He is even good in British/American idioms, Linda," Bree remarked.

"Yes, Lew worked a very long time for an American company, so he was subjected to various versions of the English language."

"And language has always interested me, Bree, probably due to the fact that our country has three official languages, and if you travel through Europe, you'll find a different language in almost every country you cross."

"Belgium has three official languages?"

"Yes, Linda never told you?"

"No, well, it never came up; we just started speaking English, and Linda is very good at it. But which are the languages you speak here then, and is English one of them?"

"No, English is not officially one of them, but we have Flemish, which you will probably know as Dutch; there is French, and a small number of people speak German."

"God, this really is a completely different world, isn't it?"

"Yes, but you'd better get some shut-eye now, before you fall asleep on your chair or off your chair."

"Yes, goodnight, Lew, Jada, see you guys in the morning."

"See you."

"Lew, would you mind if I stay the night as well?" Jada asked me with puppy eyes.

"Of course not, darling, but you will have to share my bed."

"I don't mind," she replied, her eyes going from puppy to seduction.

"Don't you get any crazy ideas, young lady; I'm bushed, knackered, and exhausted as well, after such a busy day in the studio."

"Can I at least give you a blowjob, Lew?"

"If you insist."

I was only playing the old tired man, of course. I love it when Jada gives me a blowjob; she's so good at it. Do I need to mention that one thing led to another, and I had an additional dessert as well? I simply can't resist going down on her when she's naked in my bed. So we had a very satisfying 69 session before falling asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning, I woke up alone in bed to the sounds of cutlery and the smell of freshly cooked bacon coming from the kitchen. After my morning ablutions, I entered the kitchen and found three partly naked girls.

Believe me, nothing brightens up your morning more than finding three topless girls in your kitchen preparing breakfast.

"Now that's a sight for sore eyes," I mentioned, entering.

"Oh, do you have sore eyes, Lew?"

"Not anymore," I replied, taking in this beautiful view.

I, of course, knew what Jada and Linda looked like, but Bree was completely new to me, so it was only natural to have eyes for her first. She was a gorgeous creature. The first thing that struck me was that she had no tan lines on her upper body whatsoever, proving that she sunbathed at least topless. Well, she wasn't the only one; none of the girls had tan lines. All three had very similar boobs. I knew Jada sported a generous C-cup while Linda's was more between a B and C, but Bree looked size-wise going in the direction of a D.

The only differences were the nipples of the girls; Bree showed big, darker colored areolae crowned by big, protruding nipples, whereas Linda's, which I'd seen a few times before, were still very pink, with small areolae just like Jada's, with the difference that the latter's were on the dark side, just like her pussy lips, probably because she is Brazilian.

This was the best possible show I could imagine; I needed to control the beast with all this alluring female flesh so openly on display.

"How do you like your eggs, Lew?" Bree, who was in charge of one of the pans, wanted to know. Linda was taking care of the one with the sizzling bacon; she didn't have to ask me, as she knew exactly how I liked it. That left Jada setting the table and supervising the toaster and the microwave with the baked beans. She'd better have baked beans in there, else her cute little ass might turn a darker shade for an unforgivable oversight.

"How considerate of you to ask, Bree. I like them sunny side up, please." I replied.

"Two sunny side up, coming up."

"Not too much of the coming up, please; I've got enough problems with things coming up."

"Oh boy, am I making you hard? And that for a lesbian girl."

"Yes, you and the other two, or should I say four?"

"They're nice, aren't they? I love them too. I have an intimate relationship with one pair, but the other is so exotic."

"I presumed you were familiar with Linda's toys, and when you refer to the other exotic ones, you mean Jada's, I guess?"

"Yes, I've never seen a Brazilian pair before in my life, and I'm an immediate fan."

"Well, if you ask nicely, I'm sure she would allow you to get better acquainted with them."

"Or, if you order her to let me play with them, I guess?"

"That, too, but I don't think I will have to order her."

"Maybe not, yes, I noticed that she can't take her eyes off mine either."

"Jada, naughty, I'll have to punish you for ogling Bree's boobies."

"Oh, yes, please, Master, will you punish me harder if I touch them?"

"If you do that, I'll ask the owner to punish you."

"That would be total heaven."

"Did you hear that, Bree? Not only does she want you to play with her female protrusions, but she also wants you to punish her butt."

"Oh, that would be a first for me."

"You never did any kinky stuff with Linda?"

"You mean like BDSM?"

"Yes."

"No, strangely enough, it never came up. I do know about her visits to the club and your games with her, but no, we never engaged in any special play. That doesn't mean I don't want to experience it."

"Did you hear that, Linda?"

"Don't remind me, Lew. Ever since we decided to go to Europe and visit you, she's been nagging me about what happened to me in the club and making sure we can go there."

"Should I conclude that she's kind of a dom then?"

"Absolutely."

"And you never engaged in kinky play?"

"Depends on what you classify under kinky."

"Anything that doesn't fall under vanilla sex, I would say."

"Doesn't make it any easier, Lew. Does lesbian sex fall under kinky?"

"Absolutely not, well, not for me anyway. You can have perfect vanilla sex between women, no kink involved."

"Let me put it differently. Does using sex toys count as kinky sex?"

"When I was young, absolutely, but not so much nowadays. What toys are you referring to, dildos, vibrators, or some more painful stuff like nipple clamps or floggers?"

"The last two I would regard kinky as well. But no, I'm referring to something more elaborate than dildos or vibrators, a Sybian, for instance, or a fucking machine."

"That is debatable and depends on the context. Was it in a private setting or a more public one? In other words, was it in your home, or in a club?"

"Definitely not in a club, but not in our home either."

"Don't speak in riddles, darling, private or public?"

"It was not in our home, but it was not in a club either... it was at a sex event."

"I see, which of the two machines did you try then?"

"Both."

"Both? And at a sex event, what do you mean by sex event, something orgy-like?"

"No, you see, there was this big sex exhibition, not unlike the erotica fair you have here in Antwerp.

"And you went to see if it was similar to the one here?"

"At first, I didn't want to go, but Bree kept nagging me after I had told her about the one here."

"OK, but how did you end up making a spectacle of yourselves?"

"We saw this fucking machine, designed so you can both have sex at the same time, and the person selling them invited us to try it."

"OK, but I presume they had a separate private room to try out these toys?"

"Yes."

"So?"

"I think she saw that we were very interested, but had a problem with the price of the contraption, so she offered us a huge discount if we would try it out, en plein public, so to speak."

"You mean on stage?"

"Sort of, yes."

"Well, was it on stage, or not?"

"OK, yes."

"And did you?"

"The offer was too good to refuse, as they say. First, she offered us the machine with a fifty percent discount if we did a live demonstration. When we didn't immediately agree, she upped the discount to seventy percent if we did the demonstration till both of us orgasmed in public."

"You got the seventy percent."

"Yes, and to be honest, we enjoyed it tremendously. A big part of the stage was very wet after our demonstration."

"So, you gave a live sex show, with live orgasms including squirting at the local sex fair?"

"Yes."

"Well, that is kinky."

"Why is it kinky when we do it on stage and not kinky if we do it at home?"

"Ever heard the term exhibitionism, Linda?"

"Yes, if you look at it like that, it was indeed kinky."

"Reminds me of your performance at the inauguration of the club."

"Yes, that was kinky as hell, going much further than what we did at the fair."

"And I've got proof of that."

"Yes, I remember you were taking pictures, weren't you?"

"And video."

"Do you, Lew?" Bree wanted to know.

"Yes, dear."

"Can I see it?"

"How about it, Linda? Would you mind?"

"No, but I want to have breakfast first, before it gets cold."

"Fair enough, let's eat first, and then I'll put the video on while Jada and I go downstairs for our second day of photographing kids to commemorate whatever it is they do, communion, confirmation, or Spring Festival."

The breakfast was a culinary feast with all the trimmings: eggs, bacon, sausages, tomatoes, black pudding, baked beans, hash browns, and made-to-perfection toast, accompanied by lots of tea. When all was consumed and the dirty dishes put in the dishwasher, I slipped the tape in the video player and hit play.

Both Jada and I got dressed and left Linda and Bree to enjoy the show I'd put together of the inauguration. I was certain that the images would entice both girls to play with each other. When we came up for a short lunch, they were gone, probably on another touristy visit. There was, after all, lots to visit in Antwerp, and Linda knew exactly where to take her friend.

In the course of the afternoon, when we had a short break between two photo shoots, I called Tanja.

She picked up after the third ring. "Hello, Tanja's club, Tanja speaking."

'Hey Tanja..."

"Lew, I thought you were knee-deep in kids and parents taking all those photographs."

"Yes, I was, and I will be shortly again, but I had a bit of a break, and I wanted to warn you."

"Warn me?"

"Yes, Linda's back."

'Oh my God, it's been ages since I saw that lovely girl."

"Yes, me too, and you're not gonna believe it, but she is here with a girlfriend, an Aussie girlfriend."

"You don't say, and what does that have to do with me?"

"What do you think?"

"I have no idea."

"They want to visit the club, of course."

"And you want to check if I will accept their visit?"

"Yes and no. I'm trying to convince Linda to call you and ask for permission to visit with her girlfriend."

"Well, if she calls, I'll certainly let her visit; after all, she was my star attraction during the inauguration."

"Yes, she was, but I'm calling about her girlfriend, Bree."

"What about her girlfriend? Is she strange, ugly?"

'No, no, she's absolutely stunning, and believe it or not, she's a bit of a dom and an exhibitionist. They saw the movie I made at the inauguration, and I think Bree would like to experience something similar to what Linda experienced then."

"The exhibitionist thing is good to know."

"Oh, why?"

"I've developed this new routine with Vag, and I would like to try it out on somebody new, especially when you say she's stunning."

"Why can't you do it with Vag?"

"Everybody knows Vag's body, almost inside out, but when it's an unknown body on display, that might draw some people to come back again during an open house day, which I guess you would like me to allow Linda and Bree to visit?"

"You know me so well. Yes, next Saturday isn't it?"

"Yes."

"Excellent, one last thing: we have not had this conversation. I want you to act surprised when she calls."

"Why?"

"I just want her to ask to be allowed in."

"OK, I see. Don't you worry, I'll act so surprised that even you will believe it."

"Great; I'll try to convince her to call tonight when they're back from their sightseeing trip."

"Perfect, I look forward to it. Bye, Lew, and thanks for the heads up."

"My pleasure, love. Gotta run, next group of kids just arrived."

Aside from being a great friend and an expert at running the club, Tanja was also an astute businesswoman. In a few years, she had transformed the club from an amateur venture on the brink of collapse into a successful business.

***

Around six, we had finished with the second, and hopefully, the final batch of kids and parents for this season's celebrations. Shortly thereafter, the girls returned from their touristy visit to the city, with some shopping thrown in, and I was not disappointed by Linda's report of what occurred between the end of the film and their planned visit to the town. They didn't even wait till the end to engage in some extracurricular play. Linda told me that Bree was all over her after she'd seen the white dress being cut away, revealing Linda's younger, naked body.

"So, Bree, you liked the scene of undressing Linda in that unconventional way?"

"It was so hot, I can't wait to see it live."

"How about experiencing it yourself? Would that be something?"

"Do you think I can?"

"Linda, have you contacted Tanja yet for a visit to the club?"

"I was sort of counting on you to do that for me, especially after your dinner with her; you may have more influence with her than I do."

"Don't tell me you're afraid to call her."

"No, but..."

"No buts, pick up the phone and call her; she's on speed dial, number two."

"Do you think she's in the club right now?"

"Oh, my God, Linda, this is worse than pulling teeth," I said, lifting the receiver from the phone, hitting the number two button, and handing the phone to her.

I could hear when Tanja picked up. "Hi Lew, what's up?"

"Tanja?"

"Yes, who is this?"

"It's Linda."

"Linda, oh my God, that's been a while. Are you back?"

"How did you guess?"

"You used Lew's phone to call me."

"Oh, yes, you're right. You can see the number calling you; that's why you thought it was Lew."

"Indeedy, so you are at Lew's then?"

"Yes, we arrived yesterday."

"And it took you so long to call me?"

"Euh, yes, I'm so sorry, but I was afraid you might not want to talk to me."

"Why in heaven's name would I not want to talk to you?"

"Because it's been so long since our last encounter, and I haven't kept in touch."

Aside from being a great businesswoman, Tanja also seemed to be a great performer as well, the way she was handling this call, acting like it was a total surprise.

"I guess you have a pretty good reason for not contacting me earlier.

"Yes, I do. I was travelling."

"Nice, and where did you travel to?"

"A bit everywhere."

"A globe-trotter?"

"Sort of, yes, but now I'm back."

"And do you intend to stay?"

"We don't know yet, but I would like to see you, and so would my friend Bree."

"You have a friend? Just a friend or a girlfriend?"

"A girlfriend, actually."

"Excellent, I'd love to meet her."

"Yes, that's actually why I'm calling. When could we come to the club?"

"For a visit or to play?"

"Both, if that's OK with you."

"Wonderful, and your girlfriend is aware of what kind of club we run?"

"Yes, she's seen the inauguration video Lew made."

"Ah yes, then she knows."

"And she would love to experience what I experienced during that event."

"You mean the unveiling thing, or what happened after..."

"Yes, no, she wants the whole experience."

"I see, so it has to be on a crowded night, else it wouldn't be the same."

"That would be absolutely great if you could arrange that."

"Next Saturday is open house; it's usually very crowded then, and it would be a great show for those who attend, especially the potential newbies."

"Yes, that would be ideal."

"OK, but what do we do with you then?"

"If Jack is still around, I'd love to play with him."

"Jack's still around, my dear, and I'm sure he'd love to play with you; he loves to play with any willing female who wants to be turned into a sausage, according to Lew anyway."

"Yeah, I know that's what Lew calls it, but according to Jack it's the noble art of Shibari."

"Yes, it is, so what time would you like to come?"

"Would eight PM be too early?"

"No, sounds excellent. We can first catch up; you can tell me everything that has happened to you since you left, and how you ended up with a girlfriend."

"Excellent, see you Saturday then. Bye Tanja."

"Yes, bye Linda, I'm looking forward to our meeting." She hung up.

"You see, that wasn't too hard now, was it?"

"No, you're right, Lew, Tanja is still the same warm person I remember.

"Did you think she would have changed?"

"No, not really, but you never know."

"So, ladies, what do we do for supper? Are you going to surprise me again, with something Australian maybe?"

"I'm sorry, Lew, but we are bushed again. Would you mind ordering in? Perhaps pizza or something?"

"I'm OK with that. Both Jada and I are also at our limit after two days of screaming kids and shouting parents. Pizza or Chinese?"

"Let's go for pizza; you can have that delivered, can't you? I don't feel like going out to pick up Chinese."

"Pizza it is. What would you like?"

"You can do a simple Margarita for me," Jada said.

"OK, I'll make that two, but I like mine with onion topping."

"Can we have Hawaiian, Lew?" both Linda and Bree asked.

"If that tickles your fancy, darlings, of course, one each?"

"There are a lot of other things that might tickle our fancy, Lew, but when it comes to pizza, yes, one each. We skipped lunch, so we're famished."

"Excellent, I'll give them a ring."

Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang, and we got our evening meal delivered. We dug right in, all of us clearly not having had much to eat during the day. After dinner, accompanied by a few bottles of Chianti, which I just happened to have lying about, I put on the rest of the slide show, alternating with video bursts of the fantastic inauguration festival. By eleven, we all began to experience problems keeping our eyes open, so we decided to call it a day and hit the sack. Again, Jada stayed, but this time without either of us having an extra dessert.

Before falling asleep, I began to think about how many times Jada spent the night in my apartment, and that maybe I should suggest she give up her place and move in here permanently. Her sister, Elisa, had moved in with Jack months ago, leaving Jada to pay the total rent all by herself for the apartment they had previously shared. It would save her a nice sum of money not having to pay for rent anymore, and I had the spare room anyway. We wouldn't need to sleep together all the time, only when I had people staying over. I'll put it to her and see how she reacts to moving in with an old man like me.

The next morning, I was treated to a scene very similar to that from the day before: six bare boobs preparing breakfast in the kitchen. Believe it or not, I could really get used to this. It got even better when each came towards me and hugged me. Aside from ogling bare boobs, it feels fantastic having them pressed against my chest, even with my shirt covering me.

"Top of the mornin' to you, ladies, I see you're already up." And up they were: all six nipples had pricked hard in my chest during the hug. Breakfast was again a culinary feast. When we had finished, I asked them what their plans were for the day.

"We thought of a visit to Brussels today, Lew. Bree absolutely wants to see both 'Manneken Pis' and 'Janneke Pis', and maybe we can have lunch in the 'Rue Des Bouchers', the 'Beenhouwerstraat'."

"Do you have a street that has two names?" Bree interjected.

"No, silly, remember we told you we have three languages in Belgium? Well, this is a perfect example of that. In Brussels, practically all streets have a French and a Flemish version of their name."

"So this Beenhouwerstraat is the Flemish version of the thing you said in French?"

"Yes, Rue in French is straat in Flemish, street in English, and Beenhouwer in Flemish translates as Boucher in French, and butcher in your language."

"OK, but in French it starts with this Rue thing, and in Flemish the word 'straat' is at the end?"

"Yes indeed, but that is due to the construction of the languages."

"OK, I see. I was never very good with languages, but I do find it interesting."

"Well then, you'd better make tracks if you want to do all the sightseeing. As far as I know, there is a direct train from Antwerp Central Station every twenty minutes."

"Won't you take us by car, Lew, now that you've finished with your photo sessions?"

"Linda, darling, you should know that I hate to drive to Brussels."

"Oh, why's that?"

"Believe it or not, but I always get lost. Once I had to visit our local dealer, and I finally gave up after I'd spent more than two hours trying to find him. OK, that was before GPS was invented, and we had to rely on maps. And believe it or not, there were two streets with the same name in the Brussels area, and I ended up in the wrong one, of course. So if you want me completely stressed, you'll ask me to drive you to Brussels."

"OK, we'll take the train, but can you at least drive us to the station?"

"That, my dear, is no problem, and if you call me when you get back, I'll come and fetch you as well. Call me when you get to Mechelen, that'll give me enough time to drive to the city."

"OK, will do. So can we leave now?"

"After you've put the goodies away, darling, or else you might be arrested for indecent exposure."

"Yes, of course, silly, we'll keep'em covered until we return tonight."

For Jada and me, it was a computer day, sorting all the photos we took in the past two days and producing a selection print for the parents of the ones where the kids behaved, had not closed their eyes when I pressed the shutter, not made funny faces, stuck out their tongue, or turned their back to me. When that was done, and it took us until about four pm, I could send an email to the parents inviting them to come to the shop to choose the ones they wanted for the commemorative prints, potentially the menu, and the photobook for the ones who wanted one of those.

Large-sized prints were also an option, of course. Lots of people wanted a poster-size print to hang on the wall or to give to the grandparents, godmothers, or godfathers. That last option usually brought in some extra cash, as a frame was usually required as well.

At four-thirty, the phone rang. When I picked up, I heard the chipper voice of Linda.

"We just arrived in Mechelen station, Lew, so I guess we'll be in Antwerp in the next twenty minutes."

"Excellent, I'll get in the car right away, and I guess, traffic permitting, I'll be there when you walk out of the station onto Astrid Square. If I'm not there, wait for me in front of the Zoo entrance. You remember where it is?"

"Hey, Lew, I've not been away for ten years or something; of course I know where the entrance to the Zoo is."

"Excellent, hope to see you in twenty-five."

I jumped in the car. I was in luck and arrived just twenty minutes later at the Station exit, just as they arrived. When they saw me, they came running. Linda knew that it is difficult to pick someone up there, as there are usually lots of police to tell you that you can't stop or park. Unfortunately, they never tell you where you can pick someone up; they only urge you to keep driving. Believe it or not, as soon as I stopped to let the girls board the car, I saw one coming my way, but when he saw the girls were getting in the car, he turned away. Another twenty minutes later, we were home.

Jada had prepared a nice dinner for us with a number of Brazilian specialties. Need I mention that she got a sort of standing ovation when we had finished?

Then we relaxed on the settee, enjoying a nice pousse-café. Something different for everyone; I chose a glass of Port, Linda preferred a cognac, Jada just had a Coke, and Bree challenged me, asking for a whisky. Something I usually don't drink, but I surprised her with a ten-year-old Chivas Regal, which I had gotten as a Christmas present when I was still working, but had kept for another twenty years in the cellar. Apparently, she was a connoisseur and enjoyed it tremendously.

And yes, if you were wondering, I still had kept the small cellar under the old house. It was big enough to keep a nice selection of wines and some bottles of hard liquor I had received as year-end gifts from some of my suppliers, and stuff I bought during my many travels around the world. I even had a bottle of ten-year-old Port I had bought during my first trip to Portugal, when I was hosting a bunch of sales guys who'd won a competition selling cars. That thing was over forty years old by now. Although I love Port, I was afraid to open and drink it, because then it would be gone. It will probably still be there when I kick the bucket. Well then, my heirs will have something really special, aside from my photo collection of naked women.

All of a sudden, Bree jumped up, turned her back to me, and started lowering the zipper of her dress. At first, I was surprised, but then I remembered she had already drunk her second glass of whiskey. She then looked over her naked shoulder at me.

"Where is that camera of yours, Lew?"

"Do you want your photo session now?"

"Yes."

I was up and had my camera in hand in less than five seconds, ready to start shooting.

"What are you doing, Bree?" Linda asked, also on her second drink.

"This is what he wants me to do, isn't it, Linda?"

"Yes, but you said he had to pleasure your pussy first, before you would shed your clothes."

"Have you shot any photos yet, Lew?"

"Euh, no, I was waiting for you to strike a pose and show some more skin."

"You see, Linda, there is still time before Lew starts photographing me," Bree replied while she turned around, approached me, and lifted the hem of her dress, revealing to us all she was commando.

She looked me in the eye and said: "Well, mister photographer, what are you waiting for, an engraved invitation?"

I was not easily thrown off balance, but something like this, I didn't expect.

"Well, Lew, you heard her, so you'd better comply if you want those photos," Linda said.

"OK... if that's what you want, I don't mind mixing the taste of Port with pussy juice," I quickly handed my camera to Jada, the only non-intoxicated person in the room I trusted with my precious photography equipment. I slowly slid forward off the settee until my ass hit the floor, and I was facing Bree's playground. When I bent forward to comply with her request, I felt the skirt of her dress being thrown over my head. I must say it felt great. I was, so to speak, in my little private heaven, with a juicy pussy in front of me. And juicy it was. I think she had been thinking about her move all the while she was enjoying her drinks and had become more and more aroused by the idea.

When I placed a tender butterfly kiss on her labia, it immediately resulted in a soft moan from her upper lips. With the dress covering my head, I heard a muffled encouragement.

"Go for it, Lew, make her cum."

Who was I to disregard the instruction of the pussy's girlfriend? So I went full-fledged cunnilingus, licking from the top to the bottom. At the bottom, I tried to slip the tip of my tongue into her folds as deep as I could. She responded by pushing her pubes against my face. I helped by putting my hands on the back of her knees. From there, I let them travel upward, along the back of her thighs, while my finger made tickling movements along the inside.

Then, bypassing her pussy, I led them to my intended target, her ass cheeks, which I firmly grabbed with both my hands, holding and squeezing her firm globes. My tongue travelled at warp speed over her pussy lips from the bottom back up to her clit, which I felt come out from under its hood as if wordlessly asking for some more attention, a request I gladly complied with.

Under my oral attack, the moaning became louder and louder, and I felt her hands move to the back of my head as if trying to push my whole face inside her. I had this little move I had developed during my many lessons with Alicia, whereby I licked and sucked on a woman's pussy while stimulating her clit with the tip of my nose. At the same time, I ventured with my fingers towards her asscrack, in search of her backdoor, which I was absolutely sure was still virginal. But before trying anything there, I needed to make sure my finger was well lubricated.

After my licking and sucking, that was not really a problem, as plenty of fluids were already emerging. I presumed that Linda had already regularly slipped one or more fingers into Bree's pussy, something I had seen lesbians do regularly, so when I did that, it would certainly not startle her, and it didn't. On the contrary, I got another series of deep moans, alternated by some animalistic groans, and, less expected, her uttering some perverse obscenities. All sound was a bit muffled, but I could clearly hear Linda and Jada encourage Bree to go for the ultimate pleasure.

Now with a well-lubricated finger, I ventured back to the spot I wanted to enter, which would hopefully drive her over the edge. It did when I slipped my finger in her pucker, pressing her sphincter slightly open. I heard a loud howl and felt her pussy muscles squeeze my tongue, which was embedded in her vagina as far as I could get it.

All that resulted in several squirts, completely drenching and drowning me. My face, hands, shirt, and even the legs of my pants were completely covered in girl juice. Then she collapsed as her knees gave way, so I quickly grabbed her waist to hold her up, else she might break my neck or seriously injure me with her dead weight. I heard Linda and Jada come to my rescue, grabbing Bree under her arms, holding her up, so I could slide out from under her. They laid her gently on the settee.

I made sure she was OK before going to the bathroom for a towel and my bedroom for a fresh shirt and pants. When I returned a few minutes later, Bree was slowly returning to the world of the living. I looked at her and asked her if she was OK. She nodded yes, but couldn't speak yet.

"I think you overdid it a bit, Lew," Linda said.

"I was only trying to prove to her that a man can also give her a satisfying orgasm."

"I guess you convinced her."

"..... Yes..... you..... did...... Lew," Bree stammered, still recovering.

"Are you OK, Bree?" I asked, still very much concerned about her health.

"Yes, I'm OK. Oh my God, this was absolutely not what I was expecting."

"What did you expect then?"

"I was expecting some coarse licking, with a tongue that had no idea what it was supposed to do. I still don't understand what you did to my body to make me cum so hard."

"He tickled your back door, Bree, that's what he did."

"My backdoor, like he did with you and Jada?"

"Not exactly; he only tickled it with the tip of his finger.

"And that made me cum so hard?"

"Yes, girl."

"I thought it was the tickling I felt on the inside of my thighs, which I have no idea where it came from."

"Come on, Bree, what is that around Lew's mouth?"

"You mean his goatee?"

"Yes."

"OK, now I realize it was indeed his little beard that created the tickling feeling; I had no idea it could have such a powerful effect."

"That's one advantage a man has over us women: he can create some extra feelings when he's sporting a beard."

"I usually only feel a painful pricking sensation when I happen to kiss a man with a beard, and I certainly wouldn't like to feel that scraping along my inner thighs."

"You are now referring to one of these one- or two-day things a lot of young men like to grow, but Lew's is just a bit longer and softer and tickles your skin the right way so it doesn't painfully prickle your cheeks or thighs when they go down on you."

"It reminded me of a scissoring session I once had with a woman with a full bush."

"Yeah, I can imagine that feeling is similar, but only on your pussy. I will not tickle your thighs the way Lew's bush did."

"Excuse me, ladies, but I don't have a bush."

"No, that's true, Lew, you are nicely shaved down there."

"Yes, and I do it daily; else you would get the same unpleasant pricking sensation you would get with the one- or two-day things you mentioned. OK, ladies, enough of the beard stuff, let's get some photos, or do I need to pleasure some more pussy before I get what I was promised?"

"No, but do you want to do it here?"

"Where else did you have in mind? You can pose in the roof garden if you want, but it might be just a bit too chilly just now."

"Don't you have a nice warm studio somewhere around here?" Bree asked.

"Yes, do you want to pose in the studio?"

"Of course, or don't you think I'm pretty enough to deserve the real professional experience?"

"Absolutely not."

"OK, then let's go to the studio."

Once we arrived there, Bree was fully naked before I could even fire up the strobes. Linda and Jada had joined us, of course, choosing a nice backdrop to make sure Bree's beautiful body was immortalized in the best possible way. Although she was not a professional model, she did know how to pose to bring out her best. It all started very demure, hands covering boobs and pussy. Turning around, showing only her backside, which was divine; she had one of the most beautiful tushes I had ever seen, nice and round, and I bet you that a tennis ball would bounce right off of it. I was already looking forward to applying a flogger to this beautiful piece of female anatomy tomorrow in the club. If Tanja allows me to play with her later this evening, of course.

If that wasn't the case, I'm sure I would get another chance to play with Linda. There was something that I had been wanting to do with her, the next chance I got. Something I once did with Petra, a vertical 69. (See Chapter 57)

After about half an hour, I reminded them we had an appointment with Tanja at the Club; it being the open house evening, I gave her a quick ring to check if it was OK for us to come now. She wanted to know what took us so long, so we made a quick dash upstairs to prepare for our visit. Both Linda and Bree put on one of those flimsy white dresses, similar to the one Linda had worn during the inauguration. I took them downstairs, via my own personal entry door to the Club.

To make it a bit scary, I put a blindfold over Bree's eyes and told her I was doing the same with Linda, which of course I didn't. Jada was already wearing her Club uniform, her skin.

We immediately joined Tanja in the middle of the club. As I was expecting, she already had a small crowd waiting when we arrived. Anything to entertain the members and recruit some new ones. Some faces I recognized, but a somewhat larger number I didn't. It shows that there was still a growing interest in the more kinky side of sex. It was probably driven by broadband internet, which became available at the beginning of this century, accelerating good-quality video streaming, coupled with the rise of free tube sites (mid-2000s), which made access to free porn content nearly universal.

"Allow me to introduce Bree, Tanja, Linda's girlfriend. She would love to experience something similar to what Linda experienced during the club's inauguration."

"Hello, Bree, welcome to my club. I presume Lew explained what is expected of you when you are in my care?"

"Yes, ma'am," Bree replied.

"OK, let's start at the beginning. I am not ma'am; I am Mistress Tanja, and you will obey me absolutely. Is that clear?"

"Yes, ma... Mistress Tanja."

"Just Mistress will suffice. To help you remember not to speak to me, I will put a ball gag in your mouth. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Open your mouth." Bree did so immediately, but with a little giggle.

Tanja put the relatively small ball in Bree's mouth, then fastened the strap at the back of Bree's head, keeping it in place. Talking would be a bit difficult, but Bree could still make lots of noise while being played with, something a lot of the bystanders would appreciate.

"Has Lew explained to you about a safeword? Nod if he has."

Bree nodded yes.

"OK, as you won't be able to speak, I expect you to grunt three times quickly if you want me to stop. Is that also clear?"

Again, Bree nodded her head in a yes motion.

"OK, give me your hands," which Bree did immediately.

Tanja put a pair of nice leather cuffs on them. Linda and I already knew where this was going to lead. Also, her ankles were adorned with a pair of wide leather cuffs. Both hand and ankle cuffs were then attached to separate spreader bars, leaving Bree standing in a wide X. The bar holding her hands was attached to a chain going to one of the winches to hoist her in the air. What I didn't expect was that another chain was attached to another winch slightly before the first one. I wondered what Tanja had in mind.

The first winch started to whirr, and Bree's hands and arms were hoisted up.

"Hold the bar," I heard Tanja whisper in Bree's ear.

She took hold of the bar just in time before her feet were lifted off the ground, suspending her about a foot above it. Then the other winch started to whirr, pulling Bree's feet upward. That resulted in the skirt part of the dress sliding up, revealing that she was naked underneath, displaying her pussy to the viewers standing in front of her.

I guessed that this created the ultimate pleasure for the voyeurs among the audience. Looking up her skirt. I could see some of them almost salivating from their open mouths as they stared at Bree's intimate parts. The spreader bar her feet were attached to kept her legs wide open, and also opened up her pussy lips in the process.

Once she was in a nice U shape, the winch attached to the bar holding her hands started to whir again, lowering her arms, resulting in a small scream escaping her lips. This began to move Bree upside down, explaining why she was attached to two different spreader bars and winches.

The effect was stunning. As her upper body was lowered, Earth's gravity took hold of the loose white dress she wore, making it slowly but inevitably slide up, revealing piece by piece, her lovely naked body underneath. It wasn't cinched at the waist in any way, so as it rode up, it gradually revealed not only her lower body, but also her upper body, her bare breasts hanging with their normal curves reversed. The effect was basically the same as when Linda was exposed during the inauguration, but without actually cutting the dress away.

I would say it was even more stunning. By reversing the procedure, Bree would be completely dressed again, but for the moment, she was left dangling completely naked and exposed. Tanja gave her a bit of a shove, which made her spin around slowly, allowing the audience to admire her lithe form from all angles.

I was filming and taking pictures at a mile per second. I was sure she would love to look at it all afterwards, much as she had enjoyed looking at Linda's performance during the inauguration.

I guessed that now the more painful part would start, but I was wrong. As she was in an X shape, her pussy was freely available for some play and stimulation, and Tanja knew exactly what she wanted to do with that pussy. She signaled Vag, who was also standing around, of course, and showed she knew exactly what her Mistress wanted by handing her something round, which turned out to be a pair of vibrating eggs. While they were inserted into Bree's love channel, Vag came to me and handed me the remote.

I knew what my task was going to be. For a second, I feared that Tanja would invite me for a vertical 69 with Bree, but thankfully, I was mistaken. I would probably have to wait until later, when hopefully Linda was suspended upside down.

Linda? Where was she? She was nowhere near me anymore. I turned to Jada and asked her where Linda had gone. She pointed to Jack's corner, where I saw he had turned Linda already into a bound sausage. He hadn't bothered to take her dress off while binding her, but had still managed to put her most intimate body part fully on display. I made a quick dash over to take some pictures, as Jack has the tendency to untie his victims and then tie them up in a completely different fashion, and I wanted pictures of as many of the poses as possible.

Again, it must have been a real challenge to tie her up in this way. She was suspended on her side, with her legs tied wide open in such a fashion that her pussy was clearly visible, with the lips slightly opened just the way Bree's were. Linda's small but firm boobs, still partly covered by the dress with one nipple poking out, were emphasized by the way Jack had tied her up. So I snapped a few pictures and a video burst while she was slowly spinning around, allowing us to admire Jack's handywork and her beautiful body, of course.

As much as I liked how Linda was displayed, I had to return to the main show with Bree, not forgetting that I was supposed to make her feel happy with the vibrating eggs. So I did what I was supposed to do and activated them with the remote, first with slow vibrations, but as Tanja started to tickle the insides of her feet, legs, and thighs with a feather duster, I also increased the intensity of the vibrating eggs, making Bree start to moan.

I beckoned Tanja and whispered something in her ear. She looked at me and whispered back, "Are you sure?" I nodded yes.

I saw Tanja move to one of her cupboards and pick out something. I could see it gleam in the light. She had picked the right tool to increase Bree's arousal and maybe even bring her over the edge.

The aficionados amongst you have, of course, already guessed what I had whispered into Tanja's ear--yes, a nice metal buttplug. To facilitate the insertion of the toy, Tanja beckoned me over and lubed a few of my fingers, which, following Tanja's instructions, I put against Bree's back door to start opening her up so she would be able to accommodate the shining probe. I first slipped in an index finger from my right hand, being right-handed. It slipped in easily till the first knuckle. Pulling it out, I lubed it again, then slipped in a narrow tube, allowing me to squirt some lube deeply inside her.

Now she was ready for some really satisfying anal play, but as the plug was rather wide, I first needed to open her up a bit more. My finger slid back in, this time all the way. Pulling I out, I added a second and was also able to slide that duo all the way into her body. Bree was moaning loudly by the time I added a third finger. Once they were in, I started to play around a bit in her ass. So far, so good, no complaints, only increased moaning and sighing. I looked at Tanja, who was holding the metal buttplug, also nicely lubed up, and she gave me a nod. I pulled out my fingers and, before the sphincter could close up, Tanja immediately replaced them with the plug. As the plug was slightly wider than my fingers, Tanja needed to put some serious pressure on it. After a short while, Bree's sphincter gave way again and allowed the plug to slide in until it closed nicely around its neck, just leaving the stopper, which was adorned with a fake green gemstone.

The anal insertion overwhelmed the already very aroused Bree, like it had done when I had sex with her, and drove her over the edge. As far as it was possible given the way she was restrained, her body was swinging about with orgasmic convulsions, accompanied by her conversation with the almighty, well, what could be made out of it with the ball in her mouth restricting her eloquence skills.

I shut off the vibrations in her pussy, while Tanja let her come down from her high, removing the vibrating egg. Then she looked at me and beckoned with her finger. Down here, I was the last person to ignore or disregard such a request.

"Lew, I know that one of your secret dreams is to do a vertical 69 with Linda, but since she is occupied with Jack and her friend Bree is in the perfect position to accommodate you, how about it?"

"It could be possible, but aren't you overlooking one little difference between Bree and her girlfriend Linda?"

"Oh, what would that be?"

"Bree is 100% lesbian, whereas Linda is bi."

"So?"

"If I approach Bree to do what you suggest, she is going to be confronted with an anatomic male protrusion she is not so fond of."

"You mean your dick?"

"Yes, of course."

"But you are not naked; she will only look at your pants, maybe with a nice hard one hiding inside it, so what's the problem?"

"Allow me to remind you that the purpose of going into a 69 position, be it horizontal or vertical, is to provide oral pleasure for both partners."

"And you think that she might not get pleasure out of sucking your cock?"

"I think she's going to hate it."

"Mmmmhmmm, I didn't think of that, so I'm afraid you are going to have to wait until Jack's finished with Linda."

I saw Tanja looking around at Jack, then at the ceiling, her finger ticking against her chin. It was clear that she was thinking hard, maybe to solve the problem at hand. She made a beeline to Jack and started discussing things with him; it even looked like an Italian film with lots of gesticulation. After a while, I saw Jack stick up a thumb, clearly in agreement with what Tanja was suggesting. Then she came back and began to put Bree back in an upright position. I could see that Jack was quickly removing all ropes from Linda's body, putting her in the same position as her friend Bree was, including attaching her to the winch above his station.

Then Tanja addressed Bree, "We think it's time that you meet our Shibari specialist, Jack, so don't panic, I'm gonna slide you over, and Lind will come here the same way, so I can have another go at her." Bree nodded yes. She had mentioned during our conversations that she also wanted to experience being tied up, so who better than Jack to do that with her?

Finally, it dawned on me what Tanja and Jack had been discussing. Tanja put her arms around Bree's waist, and Jack did the same with Linda, and they began to slide them along the rails on the ceiling. It sort of looked like what they do in one of those meat-packing warehouses where they moved the carcasses in the same way.

Shortly thereafter, Bree was in Jack's corner, and Linda was back in the central position she had been in during the inauguration, but this time tied up in a completely different way, which was about to change to a similar way Bree had been tied up. Well, not exactly the same, as Tanja only had one winch available.

To achieve that, Linda was commanded to take up the inspection position, hands behind her head, elbows out, legs lightly spread with her feet at shoulder width. Then Tanja attached special ankle cuffs, designed for suspension, to her feet and then hooked them up to a spreader bar, pulling Linda's legs wider open than before. Linda was then commanded to lie on the floor so that she could be hoisted in a safe way. The white dress, which she was still wearing, went the same way as Bree's had gone before, but much faster. With her hands free, it finally puddled on the floor. She hadn't bothered to try to keep it up, which was very much appreciated by the voyeurs among the audience. Linda's arms and hands were flapping about.

"Well, Lew, is this the way you like your slave to be tied up?" Tanja wanted to know with a big smile on her face.

"Yes, but aren't you going to play with her first?"

"I might, yes... maybe not a bad idea, getting her a bit more aroused, before you bring her to the summit with your oral skills."

Tanja set to work, first taking Linda's hands and cuffing them in front with a pair of pink fluffy cuffs, well-suited to her hair color. If she were to cuff them behind her back, Linda would be obliged to keep her arms up, which would be killing on her shoulders, which would definitely not help to build her arousal. Tanja loved to inflict pain on her victims, but always tried to keep them comfortable. Tanja had far better tools to do that--floggers, nipple clamps, and a couple of candles. For direct pussy stimulation, she was clearly counting on my input, which, as you can imagine, I was glad to give.

When Tanja returned from her visit to the cupboards with tools, she first started with a horsehair flogger, which I had presumed earlier she was going to use on Bree, but didn't, preferring to tickle the insides of the girl's thighs with a feather duster instead. Linda got the full flogging treatment. Tanja and I both knew Linda loved a rougher style.

After about ten minutes of intensive flogging with the horsehair flogger, Tanja picked up a paddle and moved her efforts towards Linda's alluring ass, but before starting to turn it a wider shade of red, another buttplug appeared, seemingly out of nowhere and disappeared into Linda's ass, resulting in a loud moan from her. Then Tanja began to seriously paddle her backside. When she was satisfied with the color, she picked up a cane and concentrated on the other side of Linda's beautiful body, working her pussy. When the lips and area around them had changed to a satisfying, somewhat darker pink color than her hair, she stopped.

There was only one very important body part she hadn't played with--actually two body parts, if you count nipples separately. They now got Tanja's full attention. I saw her think about which of her many devices she was going to use on them. Then I saw her lift her finger as if she had seen the light, and move to her cupboard again, returning with a pair of pink colored clamps that I had never seen before.

"New toys, Tanja?"

"Yes, it's the latest model. Fiona asked me to test them out for her before she takes them into her collection, and this seemed a perfect opportunity to do that, especially with Linda's new hair color."

"That definitely, but aside from that, are they different from the usual clamps you use?"

"You bet, they are vibrating. I already tried them out on Vag, and she absolutely loves them, but she loves anything that stimulates her nipples, so I was looking for a second, more unbiased opinion."

"So this is not only play but product testing?"

"Yeah, do you have a problem with that?"

"Absolutely not, anything that increases Linda's arousal is welcome. I see that he has her in an interesting position, so I'm gonna quickly dash over to Bree to see how she's doing with Jack. I'll be right back."

"Take your time. I want to bring Linda almost to the point of no return."

"Yeah, and then deny her going over it?"

"You know the tricks almost as well as I do, Lew, and you know it will only lead to a far more satisfying orgasm afterwards."

"Yes, so you keep telling me, but how do you know?"

"Remember when I was riding you the other night, keeping you on edge and then allowing you to cum?"

"I thought it was more like me keeping from cumming to convince you of my strengths in that area. You complained to Vag that your legs hurt like hell riding me for what seemed like hours to you. But I must admit that the orgasm I had then was indeed earthshattering."

"Oh shut up you big oaf; go see what Jack has done to Bree."

So I went to look, and again Jack had created a masterpiece. Bree was in some sort of Lotus position, suspended mid-air. That man is truly an artist when it comes to rope work. Bree's legs were tied ankle to ankle in front, with her shins attached to her thighs, opening her legs to the maximum, comparable to the way tailors sit or to a Buddha statue. Then it hit me that Jack had used purple ropes to match Bree's hair color. Nice touch. Now that I think about it, he had done the same with Linda, using pink ropes on her.

Bree was sitting, as I said, as if floating mid-air, her back straight, arms and hands tied in front as if in prayer. Between her legs rested a magic wand, somehow also tied so that the vibrating head was resting against her pussy. He had adorned Bree's big nipples each with a big orange bowtie. From the look on her face, I could see that she was well on the way to a major orgasm. Upon arriving, I started filming, complimenting Jada, who'd already been doing that at my request. This way, we could later show different angles when editing the film we wanted to create. I gave Jada a thumbs up and, after ten minutes, returned to Linda, who was now indeed on the brink of an orgasm as well.

High time to take over and finally do my long-awaited vertical 69 with one of my favorite models. I quickly shed my clothes and approached her. Some of the bystanders urged me to make her cum, which I had every intention of doing, and in the process cum myself as well. With the intensive stimulation Tanja had been subjecting her to, it didn't take me very long; all it needed was a few licks over her clit, and then a good suction on her pussy lips did the trick. At first, she didn't react to my cock in front of her face, cumming hard and painting my face with her tasty juices. When she came back from her high, she quickly gobbled up my hard pole, taking me, due to her position, directly down her throat, massaging the head with the muscles there.

As there was no more need to bring her immediately to another high, I just went for my own pleasure. When I felt the muscles in my groin contract and my sperm shoot up, I pulled slightly back so that it ended up in her mouth, not running the risk of potentially choking her, depositing it in her throat.

When Tanja saw that we had both cum, she hit the button of the winch that was holding Linda up. I assisted in holding her back so that she gently returned to the floor. When she was down, I helped her up, and she got a small round of applause from the bystanders. She took it gratefully with a curtsy, but still turned red in the face. I put my arm around her, and, both still starkers, walked her to Tanja's little office. Vag gathered our clothes and followed us. Tanja cleaned up and put her gear away. A few minutes later, Bree joined us, brought to us by Jack's sub, Elisa. Also, Jada and Tanja joined us. It was a bit crowded, but that posed no problem; everybody seemed to have had a good time.

"And Linda, did you enjoy being the center of attention again?" Tanja wanted to know.

"I loved it as much as the first time, Tanja, thanks for having us."

"Yes, thank you, Tanja," Bree added.

"My pleasure, girls; it's always great to see old friends again and get to know new ones. But please tell me, Bree, how did you feel being on display like your girlfriend was during the inauguration?"

"It was a fantastic experience, I think even better than Linda experienced. I wouldn't really have appreciated it if my dress had been cut away, and I even think that some of the audience enjoyed this way more."

"You may well be right, Bree. I saw a few of my customers with a voyeuristic kink were almost salivating, so thank you for allowing me to play with you in this way."

"You're welcome, Tanja."

"By the way, it was the first time I tried this routine out, and it worked perfectly. What do you think, Lew, being the ultimate voyeur?"

"Euh, me, the ultimate voyeur, where did that come from?"

"Always looking for ladies who are willing to shed their clothes, sometimes even coaxing unwilling ladies to do so as well."

"I never ask a woman to shed her clothes if she doesn't want to."

"Ask, maybe not, but definitely try to convince them."

"Yes, Lew, you talked me out of my clothes during my first visit," Linda interjected.

"Did I? OK, it's been a while, but I remember that you were very willing to get naked when you heard there might be more money in it for you, Linda."

"That's the trick you used to get me naked."

"Trick, what trick?"

"Waving money around."

"I distinctly remember that you paid me to have your picture taken, and not the other way around."

"OK, forget it, you will never admit to it."

"I will only admit to my perfectly normal kink of liking to photograph naked women."

"Finally, he admits to his voyeuristic tendencies. Will somebody make a note of that? This is historic."

"Let's get out of here, Jada, before they accuse me of more kinky stuff."

All four of us left Tanja, thanking her again for her hospitality.

Everybody claimed they were tired and wanted to go to bed, so that's what we did, although I still heard some serious moaning interspersed with the occasional call to God coming from Bree and Linda's bedroom. They were clearly still seriously aroused from their adventures in the club. About one hour later, everything was quiet.

The next morning, I was again woken by noises in the kitchen and the smell of coffee and freshly fried bacon. And again, when arriving in the living room, I saw all three girls busy in the kitchen, not topless this time, but completely naked.

"Wow, girls, all the way today, to what do I owe this fantastic treat?"

"It's our last day here, Lew," Linda replied.

"Last day, are you leaving?"

"Yes, we are; we have booked a seat on the Eurostar to London."

"Going to the UK then?"

"Yes, Bree has some distant relatives there she wants to visit, and before you ask, they are not related to deported criminals to Australia. Bree's ancestors are all legitimate immigrants."

"I would never venture to suggest they were not, dear. So, what time do you need to be at the station for your train?"

"If we're there by eleven, we can catch the local train to Brussels to board the Eurostar in time. Can you take us, Lew?"

"Of course, dear, but I hate to see you girls go."

"I can imagine, having three naked girls preparing your royal breakfast every day."

"Yes, I'll miss that."

"You still have Jada; she will stay."

"Yes, but who wouldn't prefer to see six boobs and three pussies every day instead of just the one?"

"Don't you think it wouldn't be too arousing to see this every day for the rest of your life?"

"You are right, dear, but still..."

"I wouldn't worry too much, Lew; you will have plenty of girls willing to shed their clothes in your studio, with or without the promise of money."

"You are probably right, but never forget that you were one of the first I had the pleasure of photographing in the nude."

"OK, I'll give you that, and I guess I was the most flexible too."

"Absolutely. I never met another girl able to lick her own pussy."

"Can you do that, Linda?" both Bree and Jada wanted to know.

"Yes, it's something I learned because of my first boyfriend, who was extremely jealous and religious."

"I didn't know you ever had a boyfriend," Bree said.

"I'd like to forget about that part of my life."

"But why licking your own pussy then?" Jada wanted to know.

"I was desperate. Since my mother had died, I only had my father, who was watching me like a hawk, seeing a potential rapist in every boy my age. When I then got to know a boyfriend my father could approve of, it wasn't any better; he denied me any kind of sex, claiming his religion and entourage dictated he had to marry a virgin. But my body had needs. When I then finally got rid of that guy, I was afraid to start another relationship, fearing that all men were like that, until I met Lew."

"What did your father say about him then?"

"By that time, I had left home and was living on my own, looking for money, so I decided I might try a career as a model, and Lew was a great help. He was the first man to lick my pussy, and told me it's called cunnilingus."

"Wow, that's from zero to one hundred in nanoseconds."

"It was; I still remember that orgasm."

"How old were you then?"

"I was barely eighteen."

"And did you guys have an affair then?"

"No, but aside from that, Lew gave me some serious sex lessons, and it was hands-on, as his was the first penis I ever saw and touched in my life. And I not only touched it with my hand, I also gave him my first blowjob, called fellatio as he taught me."

"Now I understand why Lew was the first person you wanted to visit when we came to Europe."

"Yeah, that photoshoot opened up a whole new world for me."

"Did you guys fuck as well that day?"

"No, that was much later."

I saw Linda's eyes move to the clock in the kitchen.

"We need to make tracks, Bree, else we're gonna miss our train."

"Yeah, and we still need to get dressed."

From that moment on, it was rush, rush, rush, to make it to the station on time. When they finally got on the train and we were waving goodbye, I couldn't help shedding a tear. I wondered if we would ever see them again. Well, I had one thing to look forward to: that was Jada moving in with me. I only hoped the tongues wouldn't waggle too much if she did. Such a young girl shacking up with an old geezer. OK, we'll tackle that problem if and when she actually does.