Barely holding on, tears already running, I wait for the second. And wait. And wait. He clears his throat. “Sorry, sir. Thank you, sir.” The lashe... move up my ass--white hot lines of pure fire. At ten, I can’t see the deck two feet in front of my nose because of the tears. After a dozen, the stripes begin to criss cross each other, then move down. I can barely thank him. The last few are low, across my “sit-spot” as Hatch calls it. So fucking tender, after his hand. And the belt comes so close. I also, of course needed her for her decorating and creative?talents. ?Helen suggested we have dinner and?I agreed?I liked Helen right from the start. She is about 5 years older than me, guessing? about 32 or so. She is tall, as I am,?about 5' 10" and she has a slender and fit figure. She?is flat chested, dressed to my liking and was as pretty a woman as I have seen in a long time. She carried herself well and seemed to have a bit of a dominant streak in her. At the same time she had a nice. The next thing to my amazement is hearing Mike tell his wife to put me out of my misery. A look of confusion spread across my face. My cock was still rock hard as she walked over to the side of the bed. She grab my cock firm brushing my hand off it and started to wank me slowly. Like this she said to mike. He just said doo what you want as he started to get undressed from his night out. I stared at her hand wanking me off and she stopped suddenly. Don't peak to early she said with a laugh in. Steve had texted me to say there was a delivery coming and it needed to be signed for, so I had left work early. The weather was really hot and sunny, so I decided to pour myself a Gin & Tonic, and lie in the garden with my bikini bottoms on. They were the 'garden only' ones that barely covered my neatly trimmed blonde hairs and left a clear outline of my pert lips. I wasn't sure if it was the heat, the day at work, the Gin or all three, but I fell fast asleep. As I slept, I started to dream..