Jim was a big man, and I knew he was rough on women. She was in for a busy time and her tears had already begun flowing as her hurried her along with ...is big hand tangled in her long hair.I let my two midshipmen, randy boys of fifteen or so, have the other woman, Amanda, and told them to enjoy her and then put her on the rail in just her shift. They smiled and promised, saying it might take a while.“No hurry,” I told them. “I will be quite busy.”That left me with the luscious, young Ramona who. “Legs apart.”“Further apart.”“Count for me.”The first blow landed, I never dreamed it would hurt so much, I had already had enough.“Count.”“One.”The second and third blows came in quick succession they stung like hell.“Two, three.”Two more landed hard and fast.“Four, five.”Then he planted five more blows in such a way the blurred into each other.“Six, seven, eight, nine ten.”“Just two more Anna, you should see your backside, it is a real picture.”The bastard, the eleventh stroke was at full. It’s surprising theeffect that cutting off one of our basic senses has onenhancing those that are left. I moved around himquietly and he had no idea where I was, as he stoodnaked in the middle of that room. I moved closer tohim, not saying a word and kissed his mouth, exhalingsmokily, as he jumped in surprise.As Alan continued to stand there I began to talk tohim, telling him what a useless slave he’d been. Hecouldn’t leave my cigarettes alone, and he knows thatcigarettes are. That sounds ugly." Let's not even talk about it," he said.Sandy rinsed out her coffee cup and put it on the shelf. As she did so, Chuck stepped up behind her, his stiff cock rubbing against her bare bottom, his hands sliding around to cup her breasts. She turned around to embrace him, and after a brief kiss she led him into the other room.She'd worn a sleeveless blouse, little more than a glorified tank top. She peeled it off, and Chuck's fingers unsnapped her bra. One of the things she liked.