The phone jarred me from my sleep.  After returning to the ship we had parted ways and Collette and I had gone straight to the master suite.  We showered separately, brushed our teeth and went to sleep almost immediately.  The tour of the Vesuvius, witnessing the past and then the evening spent at the club had taken its toll and we were exhausted. The ringing phone was an unwelcome sound.

    Picking up the receiver I said, "hello," sounding groggy.

    "You sleep all day?  Come, we go soon."

    "What time is it?" I asked, wondering how our faithful driver was able to call into the ship.

    "Six," he said, sounding fully awake.  "Come, get ready.  We go."

    "Can you come back in a few hours?"

    "No!" He said, sounding excited, "breakfast.  Early.   I wait."  And the line went dead.

    I yawned, holding my hand over my open mouth.  Shaking my head I gently shook Collette awake, bending to kiss her naked shoulder.  "Our benefactor just called," I said to her.  "It seems he wants to take us someplace special for breakfast."  I kissed her again, "no doubt it is some establishment that he has a secondary interest in."

    Stirring, Collette said, "what time is it?"   She yawned noisily.

    "Almost seven," I said and Collette moaned.  She was not typically a morning person.

    "Can't he come back later?"

    I chuckled briefly, "I asked that same question.  I guess there is a time limit on breakfast."

    "Is Melinda and Travis up?"

    "I don't know," I said, still groggy.

    She shut her eyes, "get them up and then come back.  Give me a few more minutes."

    "Okay,"  I smiled, climbing out of bed.

    I crossed the room to the closet and pulled a pair of black shorts from my pile of clothing.  It dawned on me that we still had some shopping to do.  While Collette's had purchased some nice outfits, we both still needed some more comfortable, daily clothes to wear.  Shirtless I left the master suite and walked through the spotless ship towards Melinda's and Travis' suite.  I arrived and knocked on the door.

    Melinda opened the door and invited me in by stepping aside.  I crossed into the room and saw Travis tied naked to the bed, his hands to the headboard, his feet to the bottom of the large bed.  He was snoring slightly, obviously asleep.  Hmm, I thought with a raised eyebrow.  I turned to Melinda who was wearing a simple cotton night gown and made an eating motion by raising my hand to my mouth.  "Eat?" I asked, not sure if she would understand.

    "Oui," she said.  She looked at the clock on the nightstand and then turned to me.  Ten minutes, she indicated with raised fingers, and I nodded.  

    I left their suite and returned to ours.  Gently I shook Collette again, "they'll be ready in ten minutes," I said, bending to kiss her soft cheek.

    "Mmmm," she moaned, "start the shower, okay?"

    "Sure," I smiled, turning to obey.

    Crossing into the bathroom I reached into the shower and turned the water on to a warm flow.  With the water pelting the empty tub I returned to the bedroom.  Collette was sitting up in bed, her shapely breasts shining enticingly in the soft morning light.  I crossed the room and helped Collette to her feet.  Together we crossed into the bathroom and I removed my shorts.

    "Bathe me," she breathed throatily.

    She stood with her back to the flowing water and I climbed in front of her.  I grabbed a wash cloth and reached behind her, kissing her throat as I rang the cloth through the falling water.  I picked up a bar of soap and lathered the cloth.  Releasing her I began to wash her soft body, starting at her sexy neck and slowly working my way lower; over the soft curve of her breasts, down her stomach, through the thin patch of pubic hair and down her legs.

    She spun around for me and I began to wash her from the bottom up; her legs, gentle ass, back and arms all receiving the caress of the soapy wash cloth.  Collette tilted her head back and soaked her dark hair and it clung to her body like a second skin.  I stood up and quickly washed my own body as Collette lathered up her hair with shampoo.

    Together we rinsed off, embracing in the pounding stream of the hot water.  Once the soap was gone Collette turned off the water and I climbed out of the shower, grabbing a towel as I did.  Drying off quickly I grabbed a second towel and held it open to Collette.  She stepped into my waiting arms and I dried her body, gently patting her wet skin.

    We left the bathroom and Collette donned a pair of white cotton panties, a pair of tan slacks with a black cotton shirt.  She handed me a pair of khaki pants, a pair of clean underwear, beat up and old, and a white pullover shirt which I donned.  

    We pulled on our shoes and socks and after brushing our teeth and hair we were ready to go.  We left the cabin and met Travis and Melinda on the deck.  Melinda was wearing a floral summer dress with her hair pulled back and held in place with a butterfly clip.  Travis was wearing a pair of dark blue shorts and a white T-shirt.  He looked very comfortable and we exchanged pleasantries until we heard, "come, come," shouted up to the ship.

    The four of us left the ship and Luigi greeted us with a smile, "good morning.  Hungry, yes?"

    We agreed that we were.  Luigi opened the door of the limo and the four of us climbed inside.  Without hesitation Luigi ran around the vehicle, climbed in, and then we were on our way.  We knew from yesterday that no matter our destination, and even if our driver had more than a passing interest in where we were going, the meal would be superb.  

    Luigi took us south along the coast, back towards Pompeii.  As the looming volcano came into view, an amazing backdrop to the morning sky, we turned east and were soon heading along a tree lined road.  The pavement was coarse and badly needed repair.  We were heading away from civilization towards an out of the way restaurant, and if yesterday was any indication, the breakfast would be great.

    "Where is this place?" I mused out loud.

    Collette just laughed.

    We continued along the deserted road, never passing another car, nor did another vehicle pass us going the other way.  It dawned on me how helpless we were, being driven deep into the Italian countryside by a man we barely knew.  How many times had the same story been delivered on the evening news?  Countless times and each time the same thought passed through my mind, how did they get in that situation.  

    Now I knew.

    I knew I was being silly, but the thought was persistent, like the itch from a mosquito bite.  

    The limo slowed and we turned north onto a short driveway that deposited us in front of a tiny wooden building with a stone chimney.  The driver exited the limousine and opened the rear door to allow our egress.  "Come," he said, "good breakfast waiting.  Already cooked, you see."  He held the door he waited until we were all standing on the dirt parking lot, then he shut it with a loud thud before escorting us inside.

    The building was small, the dining room held three tables, but all were empty.  Our escort led us to the largest of the three tables and pulled the seat out for Collette and Melinda, leaving Travis and I to seat ourselves.  "Be back in moment," he said in his broken English, "breakfast, good, you see."

    We watched him disappear through a slatted swinging door, the tiny portal blocking our view into the room beyond.  Almost as soon as he entered when a young girl, not more than twelve, approached our table with four glasses of liquid that looked like milk.  She set a glass before each of us and then without a word disappeared into the back as Luigi had done moments before.

    Melinda took a sip of the milk and spoke in French.

    Collette lifted the glass in response to Melinda's words and apparently agreed with a smacking of her tongue against the roof of her mouth.  "Have some," she said to me.

    It was goat's milk I realized with the first sip, and judging from the temperature, it was very fresh.  It was thicker than regular milk and I wondered if that was normal.  "Very good," I had to admit.  The flavor was strong, exploding on my tongue with what could only be called perseverance; it lingered, a savory aftertaste that begged for attention.

    We were sipping at the milk when the young lady returned again carrying thin sheets of pan bread coated with butter.  She set two of the thin wafers of bread before each of us and as rapidly as she had the first time she disappeared through the swinging doors again.  

    The bread was fantastic, there was no better term to describe it.  It was crispy on the outside and flavorful.  Melinda dipped her bread in the milk and was making gently mewling sounds of delight as the flavors mingled and exploded in her mouth.  We all followed suit and found Melinda to be more then accurate in her delight over the flavors of the milk dipped bread.

    "Yummy," Collette said and even though Melinda and Travis didn't speak English, they took her meaning.

    The young woman returned again this time carrying a big bowl of scrambled eggs.  The eggs had some sort of cheese mixed with it and steam rose from the bowl.  She scooped a helping of eggs onto the plates that sat before each of us and again departed rapidly, leaving the half full bowl of eggs behind.

    We ate the eggs and Travis and I had a second helping.  Collette used the pan bread with the eggs to make a small sandwich, which she raved about.  The food was, as we expected, absolutely amazing.  When the swinging door open the young lady, with her dark hair pulled back into a pony-tail, emerged, carrying another tray of food.  

    She set a small plate containing a thick pasty covered with powdered sugar before each of us. She then set a bowl of raspberry jelly on the table to top the pastries.  Collette scooped some of the jam onto her pastry and passed the jelly to Melinda on her left.  Melinda took it, served herself and passed it to Travis.  

    I accepted the jelly from Travis and the flavors that exploded on my tongue forced an unexpected, "mmmm," from my throat.  The sugar was light, the jelly flavorful, and together the pastry was delightful.  This was the second meal that our benefactor had delivered us to and I knew we would have never found such delights on our own.  His knowledge was proving fruitful.

    Finishing up the pastry with raspberry topping the young lady returned again with four steaming cups of coffee.  The smell of vanilla rose in the lazy tendrils of steam and when Collette sipped the strong drink she almost purred.  The drink was awash with flavor and it cleansed the palette perfectly.

    The driver emerged from the back room with the surprisingly small bill and when Collette paid she purposefully left twice the bill for a tip.  Speaking in Italian, Collette thanked Luigi and he blushed slightly at her kind words.  With the bill settled Luigi inched towards the door and said, "come, we go now.  Where to?  Where?"

    Collette and Melinda consulted and Collette replied, "we need," she emphasized the word, "to go to the club tonight.  We want to go shopping for some new clothes.  Do you...."

    "Come, yes," he exclaimed happily, "clothes, yes, shopping, come."

    We followed him from the restaurant and watched as he ran to the limousine.  When we reached the car he was grinning excitedly.  He seemed elated to serve as our guide, and we were elated to have him.  He shut us in and ran around the vehicle, climbed inside, and promptly we were off again.

    We chatted about how good breakfast was, Collette once again serving as a perfect translator.  As we turned back towards Pompeii, Collette suddenly stopped talking, turned to me and said, "take off your pants."

    Without hesitation I doffed the khaki garment and sat open mouth as I watched Collette toss them out the window.  "Now," she giggled, her face alive with mirth, "you do need some new clothes."

    Melinda was laughing at the shocked expression on my face, clutching her side in hysterics.  She spoke in French and soon Collette was laughing as well, the joyous sound pleasantly mixed.  Travis suppressed a giggle and I wondered what Melinda had said, what Collette and Travis had found so funny.  Or was it simply the look on my face and the situation I found myself in?

    "Melinda thinks you are a little overdressed," she said to me, which spurred on a new round of laughter.  I found the sound contagious and joined in with the merriment.  

    "You too," I said to Melinda, which Collette translated for me.  Smiling, Melinda just shook her head.

    Pausing in her laugher, Collette said, "hand me your underwear."  Again, without hesitation, I obeyed.  

    "Melinda says, 'that's better,'" Collette translated as she threw my underwear out the window as well.  I now sat naked from the waist down in the limousine with Travis, Melinda and Collette still chuckling in bemusement.  Collette had a look of passion on her face as well as the smile in her eyes and the combination was beautiful.  My laughter changed into a nervous chuckle.

    I sat there, my hands in my lap, as we sped along towards whatever shopping district that Luigi decided.  We were not concerned with where we were going, Luigi would pick the perfect spot.  I was, however, concerned with how I was to accompany Collette on her shopping trip attired as I was.  

    She seemed to read my mind as she said, "yes, you will need something to wear."

    I nodded in agreement.

    "I have just the thing.  Come here and take my pants off."

    I leaned forward and fell to my knees on the large, open floor of the limo.  Walking on my knees I knelt in front of Collette and reached up to remove her tan slacks.  She started shaking her head as my fingers reached the button of her pants, "no," she said smiling broadly, "no hands."  She was shaking her head playfully.

    Looking her in the eyes, baring my submission to her, I placed my hands behind my back.  I held them their as our eyes locked.  I could read the delight and passion in her dark orbs, and she could see my delight and servitude in mine.  I took a deep breath and pressed my face against her thighs.  

    I opened my mouth and fumbled with the button of her slacks.  I worked my head in circles, trying to find purchase with her pants, trying to unbutton them with only my mouth.  My hands remained clasped behind my back, denied from use by the simple words Collette had whispered.

    I leaned back and watched gratefully as Collette said, "here, let me help."  With that Collette unbutton her slacks and then said, "okay, continue."

    With her pants unbuttoned I was able to bite the hanging flap of material and slowly, so slowly, work them down her legs.  The limo continued racing along, but my world was confined to removing Collette's pants.  I worked her pants from her body one side at a time, biting the fabric, pulling briefly, releasing and then repeating on the other leg of her pants.  Finally, after about ten minutes, my hair matted with sweat, her pants pulled free.  

    Leaning back on my calves, smiling triumphantly, Collette said, "now my panties."

    My face nuzzled the soft cotton, my mouth looking for purchase.  I nipped the waistband of her panties with my lips, pulling the material from her body until I was able to clamp down on the white cotton.  Holding her panties in my lips I worked them down her legs and past her knees.  Collette lifted her feet to allow me to slip the panties off of her body.

    With her head thrown back against the leather seat of the limo, Collette breathed passionately, "eat me."

    I knelt between her legs and pressed my tongue against her wet sex.  My undressing her with my mouth had excited her, the evidence alive with flavor on my probing tongue.  I lapped at her pussy, running my tongue from the seat of the limo where Collette was holding her soft ass towards me, up to the erect flesh of her clit.  I toyed with her nether lips, moving them with my tongue; her moans of pleasure spurring me on.

    I slipped my tongue into her pussy and held it there, a pseudo-cock.  Holding my tongue within the dark recesses of her sex I began rocking my head, fucking her with my tongue.  She was moaning in delight and I could hear Melinda spurring me on with shouts of, "oui, oui."

    Collette gripped my head with her fingers, intertwining the long digits with my hair.  Pulling my hair like reins, she controlled my pace; slowing me with her hands or forcing me to go faster.  Her orgasm swelled and with her controlling the pace she held herself there for a moment, drawing out the pleasure the swelled through her body. Finally she bucked against my face and came loudly, riding my face like a cowgirl on a bucking bronco.  

    She pulled my hair and I winced in pain.  Finally she release me, pushing my half naked form backwards to sit on the floor between her parted legs.  With her eyes shut tightly, her hand slipped between her legs to softly caress her sex, "very nice," she breathed throatily.

    Sitting there, my erection throbbing with the beat of my heart, I said, "thank you."

    Collette opened her eyes and looked out the window of the limo.  The trees that had lined the road had been replaced by buildings.  Signs indicated we were nearing a shopping district and Collette, looking at my exposed crotch, handed me her discarded panties, "you need something to wear while we shop.  Here, put these on."

    I took the proffered bit of white cotton and positioned them to slide up my legs.  As Collette, Travis, and Melinda looked on I slipped the delicate garment up my legs and over my hips.  My cock, fully engorged from pleasuring Collette, was enveloped by the panties.  The panties were damp from Collette's excitement and I smiled at the thought.

    "Now," Collette said, "you can come shopping with us."

    The limo slowed and turned into a small parking lot.  Out the window we saw a street lined with small shops and quiet cafe's.  Luigi pulled into an empty parking space and shut the engine off.  He left the limo and promptly opened the door to let us out.  If he saw my attire he said nothing, "we shop, now," he said excitedly.

    I felt out of place and was certain that all eyes were on my as I climbed from the vehicle.  The panties were snug and my cock was outlined in the front of the white fabric.  Luigi shut the door with a thud, the sound echoing off the street, sounding to me like an ancient town crier shouting, "look at me, look at me."  With my face crimson Collette led us to the first shop.

    We entered the store and I was certain that the three employees and lone shopper were instantly alerted to my attire.  I could feel there eyes on me and I slowly crossed the large room filled with racks of clothing, trying to find a place to hide.  I held my face down, staring at the tan carpeting, not wanting to meet the eyes of anyone in the store. 

    Collette, noticing my humble pose, called out to me, "you need some pants!"

    Immediately a middle-aged woman, her hair just turning gray,  approached me.  She looked at my naked legs and feet and at the cotton panties clinging to my still jutting cock.  Her face took on a look of perplexity, as if she was trying to decide if I was playing a joke, being attired as I was.  She spoke in Italian and I shook my head, saying, "I don't understand."

    "Can I elp you?" she repeated in nearly perfect English.

    "I need some pants," I admitted shamefacedly.

    "Yes," she said in a curt tone.  "This way."

    The woman led me to the back of the store and the flush on my cheeks escalated when she handed me a pair of women's stirrup pants.  "Here," she said in an almost belligerent tone.  

    "These are women's pants," I informed her.

    "Yes," she said, "and those are women's panties."

    Collette approached her and as I began to complain Collette said, "you should at least try them on.  Don't be rude."

    Bowing my head I agreed, "yes, ma'am."

    I kicked off my shoes and pulled the stirrup pants up my legs, the elastic stirrup riding under my foot.  The black pants clung to my body and seeing them Collette said, "you can wear them while we shop."  She thanked the woman helping me and then said, "let's go."

    I donned my shoes and followed behind Collette.  She began browsing the racks of dresses and skirts, selecting items that caught her eye and handed them to me.  Hanger after hanger hung from my hands until Collette had selected almost two dozen blouses, dresses and skirts.  "This way," she said and I followed her to the dressing room hidden from view in the back of the boutique.

    Collette pulled her tan slacks off and stood naked from the waist down as I handed her the first of seven skirts.  She tried them all on and opted to keep three of them.  She removed her black shirt and stood naked before me.  She was confident in her body and did not display any nervousness about being nude in a public venue.  She reached for the first of the dresses and slipped it on.  She pirouetted in the dark dress and it fit her remarkably well, reaching down to her knees.

    "I like it," I said honestly.

    She removed the dress and placed it with the growing stack of clothing that she was keeping.  She was smiling broadly as she reached for the second dress, enjoying her shopping expedition more than she had expected.  I knew that shopping was not typically at the top of her list of things to do, but now, having the money to spend without thought seemed to take the edge off of the shopping trip and she was having fun because of it.

    Collette tried on the next dress, the next, and the next.  Each outfit looked very good on her body and I informed her of such.  Smiling she tried on dress after dress, finally deciding to keep two of them.  I had no idea what prompted her decision as to what she would keep or not; what thought process made her decide to discard a dress as casually as she did, but her decisions were good ones.  The dresses she chose all looked great on her.  

    She tried on three pantsuits, keeping only one of them.  When finished she had kept nearly half of the outfits that she had originally pulled off of the racks.  Collette paid for the clothing as I returned the unselected few back to their correct racks.  Collette paid for my stirrup pants as well, deciding I would wear them as we continued our shopping trip.

    Melinda and Travis were still trying on clothes when Collette finished.  She and I returned to the dressing rooms to watch as Melinda emerged time and again from the small room while wearing a new outfit.  Her face was aglow with happiness, smiling broadly.  She was having as much fun as Collette appeared to be having, the shopping spree an obviously good idea.  

    Melinda finished trying on the clothing she wanted and when we left the shop Travis and I both had an armful of clothing. Luigi met us outside and opened the trunk of the limo so that we could unload the purchases from the first stop.  We dumped off the clothes and Travis and I returned to Collette and Melinda's side as they entered the next store that lined the quaint Italian street.

    We entered a jewelry store that offered free ear piercing with earring purchases.  Collette began looking at the beautiful jewelry, the earrings, bracelets, anklets and necklaces.  She perused the secure rows of expensive diamonds.  When she reached the rear of the store she called me to her.  

    Standing by her side I saw what captured her attention.  "I want you to get that," she said to me.

   I smiled at her and acknowledged her command.  Collette turned away and continued browsing as I walked to the rear of the shop to speak with the proprietor.  "Hello," I said, hoping the tall, balding man spoke English.

    "Yes," he said, answering my silent prayer.

    "I would like to purchase the pair of nipple rings you have in the display."

    "Which ones?"

    "The non-piercing ones," I said.

    He nodded and retrieved them from where Collette had first spotted them.  "Do you know how these stay on?" He asked.

    Exhaling heavily I replied, "painfully."

    A deep chuckle escaped his lips, "I guess that's one way to look at it."

    Hepulled the small silver rings from the display case.  There was a tiny gap in the round metal with two small balls affixed at each end.  The gap was barely noticeable and I knew that the nipple fit within that small opening.  "This way," the shop keeper told me as he returned to the rear of the store.

    Following him, I stood next to another display rack filled with bracelets made of platinum and gold.  The shop keeper beckoned me behind the counter and asked me to remove my shirt.  I pulled the white shirt over my head and took the chair that I was offered.  

    He opened a bottle of alcohol and swabbed my exposed nipples.  "Just in case," he informed me.  With both of my nipples clean he took a pair of inverted pliers and used them to spread the gap in the nipple ring to accommodated the flesh of my nipple.  Holding the ring open he pushed the end of the ring over my nipple and released the pliers.

    I hissed in pain as the ring bit painfully into my skin.  I moaned through clenched teeth, turning my head to look away from my screaming chest.  Taking the second ring the shop keeper adorned my other nipple with the second ring.  Both sides of my chest was throbbing painfully, and I could feel my heart beating at the tips of my nipples, each thump a painful reminder of my newly donned decorations.

    The shop keeper then handed me a pair of pliers similar to the ones he had used.  They were made of a thinner material then the ones that had placed the rings on my chest and coated in plastic.  "Use these to remove them," he informed me.  

    "Thank you," I hissed through clenched teeth as the searing pain became a dull throb of unending discomfort.  

    I returned to Collette's side and she examined my cruelly clamped nipples.  The hard nubs were alive with pain and I could feel my heart beat behind the tightly gripping ring.  Thump, my heart beat, and my nipple throbbed.  Thump, again and again, each beat reminding me of the painful clamp on the sensitive flesh of my nipple.  

    "Very nice," she said, smiling.  

    "Thank you," I replied, the pain in my nipples evident in my voice.

    Her smile grew, "do they hurt."

     I nodded, "yes."

    "Then we will take them off soon."  

    She didn't offer to take them off now, just soon.  I figured she wanted me to get used to them and the only way that would happen would be for me to wear them for progressively longer periods of time.  "Okay," I breathed through clenched teeth.  

    "Let me know if it gets too bad.  Okay?"

    "Yes, mistress."

   We left the store and turned down the street.  The next shop we passed by was selling groceries and having just eaten nobody needed or wanted a snack.  The next shop after the small grocery store sold women's clothes and once again I found myself carrying a handful of pantsuits, dresses, skirts and blouses around while Collette tried them on in the small fitting room provided.

    She tried on about twenty different items and kept less than half.  Melinda found two outfits that she liked, a tight-fitting red dress and a white blouse with a dark skirt.  They looked sharp on her.  Travis was aiding Melinda as I was helping Collette, serving happily in the store.  To the few observers Travis and I appeared to be attentive spouses, and I overheard one woman say to her husband, "why can't you be like that."  The sentence caused me to smile.

    Leaving the store, my nipples hurting less, more a dull, unending ache than the burning sting, Travis and I unloaded the purchases into the limo; Luigi once again opening the trunk for us.  

    Returning to Collette's side she asked, "how are your nipples?"

    "Okay for now," I replied.  

    She just smiled happily.

   We crossed the street, perusing the wares that other stores held.  Collette commented that she had purchased enough dressy clothes and wanted to buy some more casual items.  She began window shopping, looking for clothes that were less formal, more relaxed.  The third store we came too seemed promising and we all ducked inside.

    The store was lined with T-shirts and shorts, jeans and tank tops.  It was definitely what Collette was looking for, clothing that were comfortable while lazily lounge around the boat deck.  She began to look at some soft, cotton shorts and handed me four pair to carry for her.

    A young woman, no more than twenty was looking towards Collette and I, laughing under her breath.

    Collette noticed her and told me to wait for her.  She crossed the room and spoke to the woman for a brief moment.  She nodded twice while looking at me.  I could not hear their conversation and wondered what they were discussing.  A moment later Collette returned to my side.  "Her name is Darlene and she has a question for you.  Go talk to her."

    "Excuse me," I said politely as I turned to obey Collette's command.  I crossed to where Collette had been standing and said, "hello.  You have a question for me?"

    "Yes.  I was wondering if you were wearing a bra?"

    My face turned bright red as I stammered, "wh...what do you mean?"

    She was smiling, her face radiant in the happy glow, "I mean you are wearing women's stirrup pants, so I wanted to know if you were also wearing a bra."

    I looked from Darlene to Collette.  Collette nodded and I understood her meaning: full disclosure.  "No," I admitted.  "I am not wearing a bra.  Just panties."

    "Really?"  She did not sound surprised.

    Hanging my head slightly, I replied, "yes."

    "Okay," she dismissed me, "you can go."

    I turned from her and as I was returning to Collette's side Darlene shouted out to me, "oh, what color panties are you wearing?"

    My face was burning as the few shoppers turned to look at me.  I stopped in my tracks and began walking back to Darlene to answer her question.  Before I got to her she called out, "never mind.  I know they are white.  Bye."  She left the store without looking back.

    I returned to Collette's side and took the three cotton shirts she was holding.  She continued shopping, pulling six pairs of shorts and four more shirts from the many silver racks that sat on the floor.  I escorted Collette to the changing room and after ten minutes Collette had tried everything on and had decided to keep all but two shirts.  The rest fit well and were soon purchased.

    Carrying the packages from the store we all returned to the limo where Luigi was waiting.  Travis and I unloaded our purchases into the mostly full trunk of the limo while Collette and Melinda crawled through the open door into the rear of the limo.  With the clothes put away Travis and I climbed into the car as well.

    "You remember Darlene," Collette said to me as I entered.  

    Darlene was sitting in the back of the limo next to Collette and my face burned again.  "Yes.  Hello, again," I stammered politely.

    "I just had to see those panties," Darlene said.  Her voice carried a bemused tone, she seemed to be enjoying my discomfort.

    "Show her your panties," Collette told me.  

    I knelt on the large expanse of carpeting between the opposite facing seats and pulled the stirrup pants down, bunching them at my knees.  I held my shirt above my navel and kneeling there, my face awash with embarrassment, I waited until Darlene said, "very nice," before I released my shirt and began to pull my pants back up.

    "Just take them off," Collette instructed and I obeyed, shifting to remove my shoes and pants until I was kneeling there in just the panties and my shirt.  "The shirt too," and pulling it over my head I knelt there in Collette's panties.  The limo lurched and I caught myself on my hands.  

    Darlene and Collette were talking about my attire when the subject of the night before came up and how Travis and I pleasured the men and women that visited the restrooms during the evening.  "In fact," Collette continued, "we are going back there this evening."

    "Can I come?" Darlene asked.

    "Of course," Collette said.

    "What do you have plColletted for tonight?  More of the same?"

    Collette looked from Darlene to my quizzical face and back, "you'll see," she said cryptically.  "Now, did you want to come?"

    Taking her meaning, Darlene said, "yes," with a slight purr in her throat.

    Collette looked at me and as I rocked forward on my knees Darlene asked, "can I have him?"  She indicated Travis with a nod of her head.  

    Speaking French Collette asked Melinda Darlene's question and she readily agreed.

    Travis climbed off of the seat next to Melinda and huddled over to Darlene's side.  She was wearing a short skirt and when she spread her legs I could see the blue panties she was wearing.  Travis worked his way between her widely parted thighs and lowered his head to caress her panty-covered crotch.  

    "This is great," Darlene said, speaking to Collette while looking at me.  "A tongue on my pussy and a decidedly decadent sight before my eyes."  Breathing heavily she said, "this won't take long."

    Travis massaged Darlene's pussy through the thin fabric of her blue panties.  His tongue was dancing around the gusset and pressing the material against her pussy.  She was moaning in delight, her eyes on me as I knelt before her and Collette wearing nothing but the panties that Collette had given me to wear.  

    Darlene began to pant as her pleasure climbed.  Her fingers dug into the leather seat and her body shifted forward against Travis' face.  Her pants became faster as her voice climbed into a scream of orgasmic bliss.  She came against the probing tongue that tickled her pussy through the panties.  She bucked against Travis as she came and Travis had to pull away from her strong convulsions.

    "My God," Darlene breathed, her panting bursts growing shallower.  "That was great."

    "It looked it," Collette agreed.

    "Oui," Melinda volunteered in French, understand the meaning if not the words.

    Darlene chuckled, a light, happy sound.  "Oui," she repeated with an enthusiastic nod.  "What time are we going to the club?"

    "About six," Collette replied.  "We wouldn't want to minimize the fun our slaves will have by getting there late."

    Still laughing Darlene said, "no, I guess you wouldn't."  She looked at her wrist and said, "it's going on three now, what are you planning on until then?"

    Looking at me Collette said, "well, Dennis is a little pale."  She reached next to her and activated the intercom system for the limo, "Luigi," she said.

    Immediately, "yes, yes?"

    "Can we go to a private beach?"

    "Yes, good, yes," came his reply.

    The limo turned towards the Mediterranean and soon we were cruising along the white sandy beach with the stunning blue background of the Mediterranean sea.  The limo slowed and then stopped as Luigi parked next to a short rock wall.  He opened his door and then promptly opened the door to allow our egress, "swim, yes?" Luigi asked. 

    Collette took Luigi's proffered hand and he helped her from the limo, "yes, we are going to go swimming.  Care to join us?"

    "No, no," Luigi said.  "I shop for snacks, yes?"

    "Yes," Collette said, stepping out of the way to allow Darlene to exit the interior of the limousine.  Darlene climbed from the limo, followed by Melinda and then Travis.  I was hesitant to leave the comfort of the car, not wanting to display my pantied body to the crowd of men, women, and children that were frolicking in the water and tanning on the beach.

    "Let's go," Collette called to me, removing any doubt of her plans.

    Blushing I climbed from the limo.  I glanced around nervously.  If anybody noticed my attire they didn't comment or indicate the fact in any way.  Melinda spoke to me and Collette translated.  I had an idea of what was said by the look on Travis' face.  "Would you feel more comfortable with Travis wearing Melinda's panties?"

    I looked at Travis and said, "I'm okay."  I exhaled one deep breath.

    Melinda spoke again and I watched as she reached underneath her dress to pull her panties down her legs. She handed the mint green flutter panties to Travis and as he began to climb into the relatively hidden comfort of the limo she stopped him with a commanding, "non," shaking her head.  "Ici," she said, smiling broadly.

    Blushing as I was Travis pulled off his shorts and underwear and quickly pulled Melinda's panties up his legs.  He adjusted the waistband for a proper fit and when Melinda indicated that he should remove his shirt he complied, leaving both of us standing on a crowded beach wearing only women's panties.  

    "This is great," Darlene said giddily.

    "Yes," Collette agreed.

    Luigi turned from the five of us and walked briskly away from the beach towards a tree lined streets of small restaurants and quaint shops.   Collette watched him leave for a moment and then the five of us turned towards the water.  Nobody seemed to notice what Travis and I were wearing and for that I was thankful.

    Collette stopped and turned to me, "why don't you and Travis go into the water and masturbate each other.  You do him first."

    "Yes, mistress," I whispered, the blush on my face growing more noticeable.  

    Travis and I walked side by side into the cool blue water.  We walked away from the shore until the water came to my nipples, a little lower on Travis who was three inches taller than I was.  Looking around nervously, but thankful that my panties could no longer be seen, I watched Travis pull his panties down to his knees.

    I reached down and gently grabbed Travis' cock.  Moving slowly so as to not draw any undo attention to our activities I began to stroke his slowly hardening cock.  He shifted his legs in the sandy bottom to get better footing as my hand continued to stroke his erection.  Back and forth, working him towards completion, keeping my strokes slow and measured to try and hide my activities.

    I continued massaging his cock until he came, spilling his white seed into the Mediterranean.  We watched it wash inward with the tide and the two of us stepped to our right to avoid any possible backwash of his semen.  Travis pulled up his panties as I pulled mine down.  I felt his hand on my cock, a firm grip.  He began to masturbate me as I had him, slowly but with purpose.

    I felt my pleasure rise and after a few minutes of Travis' ministrations my semen joined his in the energetic sea.  With our task complete the two of us pulled our panties up our bodies and left the water.  I returned to Collette's side while Travis stood next to Melinda.  Collette looked at me and said, "nice trunks."

    I looked down.  My cock was clearly visible, shining through the thin white fabric of the panties.  It was almost as if I was fully naked on the beach, the panties accentuation more than hiding my nakedness.  Blushing furiously I dropped my hands over my crotch, attempting to hide my cock.

    Collette, smiling in merriment, said, "we'll have not of that."

    Taking her meaning I dropped my hands to my side.

    "That's better.  Why don't you and Travis walk up and down the beach.  Try and find us a comfortable place to take in the sun."

    "Yes, mistress," I said.  I gripped Travis' arm and pulled him with me.  I was uncertain how much English he understood and so I guided him along.  The two of us made quite the odd sight walking along the beach displaying out panties to any who would take notice.  

    "Oh," Collette called out, "don't cover up."

    I paused, turned to face her, and replied again, "yes, mistress."

    About one hundred yards from where we started Travis and I found a flat expanse of sand that looked nearly perfect for a day at the beach.  Still blushing I guided Travis back towards Collette, Melinda and Darlene.  I spotted them as we grew closer.  Luigi had delivered a blanket and some snacks and the three of them had already set up a place to relax.  The trip down the beach was simply designed to display our attire, the search for a comfortable spot merely a pretense.

    We returned to the small area that the ladies had set up and Collette was grinning broadly, "this will do, don't you think?"

    I had to agree, "yes, mistress."  I was smiling at her, bemused by the mischievous grin on her beautiful face.  She held a bottle of suntan lotion to me and I readily accepted it.  Dropping to my knees behind her I coated a healthy dollop of the thick and oily lotion into my hand.  Rotation my wrists I dumped the lotion on her shoulders and began to coat her arms, neck, back and shoulders with the suntan lotion.

    Travis walked behind me and knelt behind Melinda.  He reached for the lotion next to me when Melinda spoke to him in her flowing French.  He replied in kind and walked on his knees to rest behind Darlene.  Stretching for the lotion he copied my actions and filled his palms with the lotion, the scent of coconut rising from it.  

    I finished coating Collette in the lotion as Travis began rubbing the cool lotion onto Darlene.  Darlene had removed her shirt and was sitting Indian-style with just her brassiere on, a lacy bathing suit top.  She was elated with Travis kneeling behind her rubbing the protective lotion into her skin and thanked Melinda with a simple, "merci!"

    The sun was shining down, shimmering brightly off of the sparkling water.  The five of us sat sipping the water and snacking on the Italian Pastries that Luigi had been kind enough to deliver while Travis and I had taken our exposing walk down the crowded beach.  Luigi was no where to be seen and I briefly wondered what delightful place he was going to take us for dinner, the snack food edging my growing hunger.

    We sat in the warm air and as the sun crept across the sky the three ladies chatted, Collette once again playing translator.  As the sun began its descent Luigi returned.  "Dinner, yes?" he asked.

    Looking up Collette said, "sounds good," nodding her agreement.

    We stood up and gathered up our belongings and within minutes the six of us had climbed into the limo to be whisked away to delights unknown.

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