Brazilian Discovery Chapter 4

Bartolomeo smiled back to Joan and excused himself from the other man. He walked toward her like a tiger watching his prey. Any girl would have gotten very wet watching a man ogling her in such an explicit way but Joan was quite glad that Bartolomeo was obviously hooked. She wanted to offer him to Barbara, just as she liked to lick Susan's pussy clean of Mr Gupta's sperm. It was an act of love for Susan, not for Mr Gupta. Joan was extremely grateful for her Indian master to have saved him from prison and from becoming homeless! She owed him very much and if he wanted her to wear girl's clothes, she was happy to comply! In the present situation, she willingly teased Bartolomeo but she was just driving him toward Barbara!

He saluted Joan and asked politely to share her table. She knew she was offering him an incredible sight, with her legs crossed, her skirt hiked up, and her low cut top that proudly displayed a perfect set of tits. She slid down in her armchair and parted her legs. His eyes quickly shifted to her as her tight mini skirt was stretched taut between her wide spread legs. His eyes went up her thigh and gave him a clear and unobstructed view of her tiny lacy black thong. She had chosen it carefully : her cock and balls were completely hidden in their cock cage but there was a fine line that could be taken as a quim. The lace was sheer enough to make anyone know Joan was perfectly shaven with no more hair on her bald pussy than on an egg!

Joan had chosen her thong just for that moment : her skin was still discreetly toned and it made a nice contrast with the black fabric! Even Barbara who knew now quite well Joan had been mesmerized : how could an unaware man like Bartolomeo resist! Joan had chosen a Brazilian thong that went pretty high on her hips, making her shapely legs looking so long and sexy! Joan laughed inwardly when she saw Bartolomeo's eyes fixed on her crotch, the lump in his throat and the raging hard on he was developing in his trousers. Joan teasingly reached for the hem of her dress with her right hand as if she wanted to pull it down but she just pulled it up from under her butt. When Bartolomeo realized Joan was now sitting with her thong directly on her armchair, he had tremendous difficulties to gulp down and breathe! He stammered :