"Yes, girl!" Emma said. She reached out and touched Ivy's thigh, but Ivy slapped her hand.
"No touching."
"Forgive me, Mistress," Emma said.
Ivy squatted down, then back up, and then she stepped onto the lounge chair near the bottom where Emma's feet were. Ivy's arm came across her chest, holding her breasts. The other hand reached behind. She took the string of her bikini around her neck and tugged. It slipped away and the bikini fell forward over her arm. Then she untied it at the back and it fell away all together at Emma's feet, all while her arms covered her bare breasts.
Emma whistled. "You're so sexy, Ivy!"
I was mesmerized. Ivy turned her back to me and spread her arms apart, hiding her breasts, then her hands came down to her swaying hips where two more ties held her bikini b
