SWISH-CRACK! A fifth stroke slashed down. What an expert tormentor the sergeant was proving to be! SWISH-CRACK! A sixth stroke and Peter felt sure tha... would be the final one. But he was wrong! Very, very wrong! SWISH-CRACK! The seventh was a real corker, cracking and burning into Peter’s soft posterior. SWISH-CRACK! The eighth was the worst so far, searing and unforgiving. Peter bucked and writhed but by now Mark was almost in a trance, slashing the cane down without thought as he rejoiced in. Lowering her head on the monster black cock Wendy thought of all the practice she had done in the bathroom with two 8" dildo one for her mouth and one for her eager cunt, to remove the gag reflex and exercise her pussy muscles to fuck these boys weapons.Her head bobbing up and down on lionels erect staff as she felt Danny mount her from behind his hands on her hips, his cock splitting her pussy lips , penetrating deeper on each thrust. After a few more thrusts his big balls are slapping against. "I want you to watch us and get so excited that you beg to come, beg me for it, do you understand?"I had done this before...it sounded like fun."Yes. Miss Blake, yes, please."I said to Miguel in my best Spanish: "Miguei, my darling, please listen carefully. Please. I am a complicated woman, do you understand? Sometimes I'm the quiet girl from the high school, sometimes, when your penis inhabits my insides, I feel like the goddess of love. Sometimes I need to be treated like a filthy, filthy. Later they said goodbye to the couple and walked along the shore until they grew tired. Eventually they recrossed the bay, this time catching a ride on a motor launch and found themselves back in San Francisco only several blocks from their hotel. They took a short nap and then dressed, both eager to meet Marilyn, to Rosa, a lady of mystery. To Dutch, a woman, who until Rosa, had been the best woman he'd ever known.Rosa was elegance itself, in a gypsy-style blouse and organza off-the-shoulder.