I walked over to it, and she whimpered, knowing that I would be back with something or the other to torture her with. The clover clamps that I returne... with elicited different responses from different women. Rosalynn, my Hispanic cleaning lady, could take them for hours at a time with seemingly no problem. But I knew that for Rita, those same clamps would take her very close to the edge. The clamps were a pair joined by a chain. I parted the jaws and held them close to her nipples. Poor Rita. ”There’s another awkward silence.“Hey. I forgot to show you the hot tub,” you say.“Hot tub! We love hot tubs, and I’ve been trying to get Grant to buy one for years.”“We love ours,” you add. “Too bad y’all don’t have any swimsuits. You could hop in.”“Do we really need a swimsuit? Is that your requirement, or is it a neighborhood or county ordinance?” Marcy asks teasingly.“Actually, my husband and I often get in without swimsuits. I guess there’s no reason we couldn’t do the same, as long as. “Race you back?”“You’re on!”We both body surfed back as far as we could, then ran through the shallow waves to the beach. We were out of breath and laughing like idiots when we got out. The current had pushed us closer to the volleyball game, so we wrung out our hair and wandered up to watch.Most of the guys were fairly athletic and their sweaty muscles made me tingle all over. Bethany’s smirk indicated she enjoyed the view as well. Joe and Mark were on the same side with a few guys I didn’t. "My turn to show her what it’s liked to be fucked by a real man." There was a round of chuckles at that, followed by an angry grunt as the red headed biker took his turn, his erect cock slimmer then Kings. Without any regard for her pleasure, he filled her cunt, King’s cum acting like a lubricant. Jack and Geronimo were still holding her down, but they needn’t have bothered. After King’s debasement, she no longer fought. This time, she did her best to match Rusty’s rhythm, sliding back against.