Her pussy clenches visibly as she lifts her ass at little.“I'd start with the little switch...”She coughs wetly, her mouth audibly full with his c...ck.“..then move on to the whip...”She sucks in air quickly but he already pulls her toward him again.“...and then the paddle... until your ass is red as a cherry and you're wailing for me to fuck you already.” Now it's his turn to suck in air, and he grunts, “Fuck, yes, like that”, and I'd give my left hand to know, and to see, what she's doing to. ‘What’s the assignment?’ asked the surly illustrations editor Nick Smith, working on a crossword puzzle. ‘Roving.’ ‘What?’ ‘I’ve been asked by the chief reporter to go out and find today’s lead story.’ ‘You poor sod, that’s his method of getting you out of the newsroom because it embarrasses him seeing you sitting on your bum and not knowing what to do.’ ‘I’ve already written the new Chief Postmaster story.’ ‘Oh you did that? Frank said that was a great interview.’ ‘Thanks Mr Smith.’ ‘You. This Gawddammmn...this some good dick. Each stroke was replenishing her energy. She got up on her knees, and much to her delight, he pounded her mercilessly until her knees got weak and she fell flat on her stomach. He didn't miss a stroke. He fell right on top of her and continued to methodically fuck her toward ecstasy. It was obvious to her that her pleasure was his pleasure. She couldn't say that for too many men. And he was properly equipped to give her pleasure. She couldn't say that. The rest, sun, and ocean air provided a sense of cleansing to my soul. I had made the right decision by heading south. Having no agenda, I picked up my chair and headed back to my campsite. As I did, I noticed that the water's edge had moved a little closer in my direction.The rest of the evening was filled with chores related to the establishment of a base for myself. I blew up my mattress and placed it in the tent. I recalled the air mattresses that I had used as a youth. They had been made.