I screamed again and he rammed his hard rubber sleeve into me and began gyrating his pelvis. I whimpered to Paul "Please" so my husband knelt behind h...m. The pain must have made me clench up because those spikes were seriously hurting my vagina, tearing at the flesh. Sometimes he’d pull right out and scrub the spikes hard against my clitoris.Eventually he did cum, he stood, dressed and before he left he said "Next week you’re going to dress real sexy ‘cos you’re coming to Manchester without. I grabbed a towel and headed down to the pool to lie out there.Then a group of four guys came down together, all in their thirties and pretty cute; two of them were black and the other ones seemed to be Latino race. They were pretty obvious about looking at me and I recognize I minded the attention. Soon one of the black guys came up and introduced himself as Jimmy; we got to chatting and he said that he and his friends were living in San Francisco. The other guys came up when they saw I did. “My, my is that an erection I see growing there?” she asked smacking him again across his ass watching his cock twitch from the pleasure with a smile on her face.“Please forgive me Mistress, but I have tried to control it.” He told her so humbly.“I am disappointed in you.” She told him walking in front of him and placing her hands on his masculine chest and squeezing it with her hands. She smiled looking deep into his eyes feeling his chest rising from his intense breathing, she looked down. "That's right," I said, my pent-up anger releasing. "Keep counting!" Smack! I heard her count five while my eyes glowed at the sight of her precious ass jiggling right in front of me. And it wasn't just that: with each hit, she flinched, and with each flinch her knees slid on the bed sheet. With each hard hit I saw more of her soft, almost hairless dark honey-colored pussy. "Cara, never, ever speak to me like you have today, you bitch!" Her body was shuddering before the smack of the next hit..