“I need to get a condom,” I finally managed, followed by despair. “And fuck, they’re down in my room!”“Don’t worry about it,” she moan...d.“Oh phew, you have one?”“I don’t. But trust me, it’s fine.”My head spun. Fine? What does she mean? I glanced at her bum, the visions and reality becoming surreally confused. Am I out of my mind?“Keep going,” she pleaded.“We can’t!”She raised her head from its descended position and looked back at me. That look itself was almost enough for me to resume, but.... "You were so good together," she said. "One could see you shared a bond. I'll have to put my thinking cap on and then we're going to have to work hard to get you up to speed for Blackpool in six weeks time."She found a young man, Christopher Hankley, in his mid-twenties whose partner had turned professional and gone to London. He was about five foot ten, well built and clearly fit and strong. He was also good looking. He was also very pleased with himself and it was clear that he was doing. "Please, I'll do better. I was just scared."Listening to noe of her cries he demanded that she count the whips and if she missed a count they would go back to the start, a whip for every year she was alive. Howling in pain and bitig her lip through it Sara just barely managed to get out the last numbers.Before she could recover she felt his cock forcing its way in her crotch once again and he was soon pumping away but he was not quiet, telling her she would learn to use all her holes today. He. He was left with a choice between a pale blue pairof high cut satin bikini briefs and a pair of black shorties that werecovered in sequins at the front and a mesh back. He was unaware thathis wife had carefully removed the standard cotton panties that shewore on a daily basis and picked up the blue pair. He pulled them uphis legs and fiddled with his bits trying to get them to sit in acomfortable position. When he was happy he walked over to his owndrawers and pulled out a familiar pair of.