He had already put a towel down on the couch I was sitting on and he had a towel underneath him on the chair. We were facing each other. Without a wor... we both started to awkwardly fondle ourselves. Finally I took a huge gulp of wine for courage and then sat back, spread my legs with my feet on the table in front of the couch. He relaxed a bit then too. I was already very wet and my clit was a bit swollen for having been aroused for so long. His cock was so hard and the head was purple. There. I was physically very uncomfortable as I slowly realized I was stomach down on some kind of flimsy plastic fabric which was spread on what I imaged was sand. As I became more aware, I realized I didn't have any pant or shirt on. My hands and legs were behind my back, I tried moving them but couldn’t. My ankles and wrists were tied together behind my back. I had only an underwear on. The air was thick with moisture and salt, and smelled of candles. My efforts to free myself rustled the flimsy. Her message continued saying she was going to be out of town until Saturday and wouldn't have access to voicemail. I was guessing she wanted another 30 minutes. As Saturday approached, I wondered what she had in mind for me. It had been over a month since I had seen her. The last time I saw her completely nude and massage almost her entire body, she had managed to cum on my sheets, gave me a quick kiss, then flashed me as i drove off. I loaded my car up for the night, having new sheets,. Sarah felt a stab of pity as she looked at the boy's blushing face and trembling body. Sarah had been aware of her own sexual predilections for a very long time. She could not help feeling excitement at the prospect of seeing the boy being birched; at the same time she felt compassion for him. He was obviously not a village lout, but a very sensitive young man. She looked at his body as one of the warders unclipped his cuffs and pushed him forward. Raising his chin she looked into his eyes,.