The 3 of us took the bottle into the conservatory and it wasn’t long before we were talking about sex. Debbie was telling Bridie the truth about what she got up to at school and how she used ‘pussy power’ to get things that she wanted. She also told her that she’d flashed her pussy at the salon owner to get her the job, and that she still did it sometimes if he’d asked her to do a job that she didn’t want to. I made a mental note of that in case there came a time when I was asked to do something that I didn’t want to. We spent the next couple of hours finishing off the bottle of martini and telling each other about the ‘exploits’ that we had been up to in the last few months, and the next thing that I knew was when Jon came in and told us that we were all drunk. He brought us another bottle of booze in and left us to it. I know that we went on talking for ages but the next thing that I really remember was that it was getting dark and that Jon was carrying me upstairs. Week commencing August 16 Monday - I woke up next morning in Jon’s bed with both Debbie and Bridie next to me. We were all still naked Tiny Tits and they were both fast asleep. I don’t remember anything happening between us. Jon had slept in my bed and he was trying to wake us all up so that Debbie and Bridie could get to work on time. He finally managed to get them up and away then he told me that I couldn’t go back to bed because we was taking the week off and that we were going for a walk to clear my head. He told me to put just a dress and trainers on and we went off towards the open country. I have to admit that even though my head hurt it was quite nice walking through the fields at that time of the morning; everything was so quiet and fresh. By lunchtime I was back in the land of the living and Jon decided that we’d go and play tennis in one of the local parks. He told me to wear just trainers, one of my very short, thin ‘A’ skirt and a crop top that is so short that you can see the lower part of my tits. It’s quite a loose fit and every time that I lift up an arm it rides-up over my breasts. Sometimes, if my nipples are hard it gets caught above them and leaves me exposed when my arm comes down. When I was putting it on I was thinking that playing tennis would be quite ‘interesting’, especially when I serve. As we were driving down there I hoped that there wouldn’t be any young kids there. We got there and as we were hiring the court the old man was looking me up and down. He looked what I imaging the typical ‘dirty old man’ to look like, shift eyes, eyeing me up and down, and wearing shabby clothes. I’ve had more than my share of men staring at me over the last year or so, so it didn’t bother me in the least. The court we were given was a grass one in the middle of a few of them. There were a couple of teenage girls playing on a court to one side and asian 2 teenage couples playing doubles on the other side. We were about half way through our first game when I noticed the 2 girls talking and looking over towards me. My little skirt was still covering my bum and pussy but my right breast was uncovered. The action of serving had caused my top to ride up and my bullet like nipples were stopping it going down again. When that Lesbian volley ended I went up to Jon and pointed-out my predicament. At first all Jon said was, “Yes, nice isn’t it.” “Master,” I said, “those girls are staring at me and they now know that I know that I’m exposed.” “Okay,” Jon said, “at the end of each volley you can pull your top down. That way it will look as if you’re not doing it on purpose.” “Thank you Master.” I said, and we restarted the game. Needless to say that as soon as my right arm stretched to hit the ball girl my boob popped-out again. Then when Jon won the volley I pulled my top down again. This went on for ages until Jon won the first game. In the second game Jon had me running around more and a couple of times when I had to turn or run quickly I tripped-up and went flying headlong onto the grass. As I got up the second time I noticed that we (or should I say me) had an audience. The 2 girls and the 2 couples AND the old man of an attendant were japanese watching me. Not only that, when I came to get up I saw that my top was above both my boobs and my skirt was nearly up round my waist. No wonder I had an audience. At the end of the next game Jon told me that we would play one more game the leave. After a brief rest (where the others started playing again), Jon told me to walk back to the other side of the court scratching the top of my right cheek - under my skirt. He said that he’d once seen a very sensuous picture called ‘The Tennis Girl’ where a girl had been doing just that. My words trailed off as I saw who it was. The burgeoning woman began to yearn for intimacy: male intimacy. "That explains a lot," I said. I turned my head towards japanese him, without saying anything more. “He lied!” she hissed, jamming her two fingers deeper into Lucilla's snatch. “You knew didn’t you? “That’ll give him something to wank over tonight.” I thought. Dakota and I got up and went to the charge nurses’ asian desk to make sure they had both my cell phone and Dakota’s cell phone numbers. The driver got us going quickly and headed towards the address. The locker room is empty, and half the fluorescents are turned off, so why not? While I offered to pay, Jody insisted, (thank God) as she had invited everyone. A smile crept along my face as girl I set about making plans for the family, who I was going to fuck, who would know about it and how people would react in certain circumstances. This Power has in each case accomplished the miraculous, the humanly impossible. Only a second or two had passed, though it felt like an eternity. I wasn’t new to blow jobs, but it had been a long Tiny Tits time. They reminded her of her youthful girlfriend’s breasts – the ones she used to suck for hours it seemed during their frequent sleepovers. She Lesbian slid one of her fingers inside her own pussy. I wanted to share in their lesbian incest.