We had a continental breakfast in our room and were not overly impressed. As Fran put it "Doing it like the French is all very well but a gal like me needs a good length of sausage"
We caught a taxi into Leicester Square and then walked up into Soho. I was wearing the high heels, leather mini skirt and fake leopard fur jacket that Fran had bought me some months before. She was dressed in heels but her skirt was a pleated black thigh length one and she had had on a tight white blouse that showed an impressive cleavage. We called into all the sex shop. Fran bought a black PVC catsuit and I bought her a massive black dildo. I also bought collars, cuffs and a spreader rod for Fran to restrain me later. I got a pair of tight patent leather thigh boots and a PVC miniskirt and corset.
Just as we were emerging from one shop we met Max and Ella who were going in but instead came and had a coffee with us. We made a dinner date for that evening at the small restaurant we had frequented the night before. As we were chatting I felt Frans fingers straying up under my skirt and playing with the rapidly stiffening member. Fran got up to go to the toilet and Max went as well, but the fingers were still wanking me and my knickers were now sopping. Ella smiled at me. "You dont mind do you? I love doing this when you cant do anything."
I might not have been able to do anything above the table but my heels were tapping out morse code as my legs shuddered. Ella brought her hand above the tablecloth and licked her fingers. Just then Max came back and they both left the cafe. "See you later"
Fran came back and sat down looking flushed. "He just fucked me in the toilet" she whispered.
"Feel me" I whispered back and giggled as her face showed me she was shocked by the spunky panties. "I think we might be out of our depth tonight" I said as I sucked a finger
"I hope so" she smiled back while licking her fingers as well
