Feminine clothes worn for dating are ill-suited for subterfuge: the shoes threw off my movement and I made more noise than I should have as I closed t...e distance. The man twisted, raising his arm. I didn't give him the chance. My right hand jammed him at the shoulder, slid in and pulled him off balance. One foot forward; unsubtle but effective, I threw my weight into him and sent him sprawling over my leg. He slammed into the side of the building face first. I followed close. Snagged a flailing. .. How does that feel?” She asked as she pulled his foreskin back. He just grunted in response and started unbuttoning her jeans. The clothes were starting to make things awkward, so they moved to the bedroom and they quickly stripped off. He ogled her large naked tits and trimmed triangle before moving towards her and immediately running his fingers over her slit. She was already dripping wet and his fingers slipped inside her with ease. She allowed his to ream her pussy for a few moments. And after a short pause, as if thinking, she answered what I been wondering earlier, “He was there when you were making me cum. And saw us fucking after. I was so turned on Jo!” I was speechless, embarrassed, feeling like a naughty child being found out by their parents and waiting to be told off but at the same time, Issabella was right, it was such a turn on to have been caught and seen as we were. As I got the orange juice from the fridge, listening to her talking, I could feel my pussy. I felt miserable and ashamed. The spanking was a long one, far exceeding the few slaps he'd given me the night before. It didn't hurt as much as the whipping, but it was more painful as it was more humiliating, and grew worse and worse the longer it continued. Finally the Red Devil stopped and I never had felt such relief. My buttocks were hot and sore but the pain was already fading. My sex was strangely wet, despite the pain. Perhaps this was because I was so close to the captain, because.