Each THWACK!! that resounds from my stinging flesh ringing in my ears. My ass now a flaming red, stinging.........the welts rising.........the twin wh...te globes of my ass now stripped with red lash marks. It's almost a relief to feel the blows now landing upon my upper thighs and not my blazing bottom. SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! another dozen blows across the back of my thighs. Finally a pause........but only briefly as now the leather strap is directed at my belly, my rib cage and my naked. But if she relaxed them, then all of her weight was supported by her breasts, which was excruciatingly painful. She was caught in a dilemma. Either her calves would scream out in pain or her breasts would. She spent her time alternating between the two, hoping that she did not do any permanent damage to her breasts. Thankfully, this torture did not last long. After fifteen minutes, Ann released her and massaged her breasts to make sure that the circulation was restored. And, thankfully, there. It started softly then led to tongues and faces pressed. It was erotic and carnal and completely exposed. We were standing at the top of an outdoor stairs just off the lobby of a very busy and popular resort. I was bearing far more risk than I normally would, but I was caught in the moment. I pulled away and looked around. "Come with me," I said as I took her hand and led her to my car. My new SUV sat under a light, offering little privacy. I walked around to the far side and we kissed some. Even though it had been 15 years since they met, Susan's breasts were still firm and seem to have defied gravity. Her stomach, was still relatively smooth and her ass still tight. As always, her most amazing feature was her beautiful and expressive green eyes. Jim moved to the side so Susan could step under the warm stream falling from the oversized shower head. As she wet her hair Jim reached for the bar of soap and lathered his hands. Moving forward a few inches, Susan opened her eyes, stood.