"The slow, angry throb behind my eye? At her words it became a savagelancing pain that made my eyes water. The pain quickly subsided to a hotpresence ...n the back of my head, like an itch in the brain I could notreach. I wanted to cry out, protest what she was saying--but barelymanaged a low moan. Strong emotions were hard to maintain in my state,slipping through my grasp like a chilling mist.Perhaps she mistook my pain for sadness, thought my watering eyes weretears. "Cindy--Cindy! I am sorry,". I was still a little loose from being stretched by the huge dildo and so wet the handle slid up and up easily until the tip reached my end. Marty continued to press the crop upwards. I could feel the pressure build as it stretched me until my breath caught in pain. Pulling the crop back a short distance, Marty began a steady fucking of my pussy. Pushing the crop up, letting it hit the top of my vagina. While using the crop with one hand, his other hand began rolling his fingers over my clit.. MrsC did her best to take the knickers off without causing a scene but without success so she suggested a toilet break again I asked her if she was enjoying this and if she was ok to tease and play more, I received a long kiss and a yes and gracefully off she went twisted crooked knickers halfway down her back side, now it's my time to talk with Tony, he stood up to allow MrsC to pass him I moved into her seat to talk quietly to him, I asked if he was ok for time and if he was enjoying it so. A spur of the moment invitation from me follows as I invite this little group to take their aperitif on the terrace of my house facing the evening sun. Of course, the 'spur' for this invitation is the briefest of eye contact between the otherwise demur young Dominique and myself, saying, in that moment, that the other day was good, very good; maybe something will happen again? Introductions are now made - I only know Dominique's name because her father had welcomed her back to their table at.