" "Nancy you weren't spanked, you were whipped and that was child abuse in my opinion". Craig now knew why Nancy had a strained relationship with her ...ather. "If you can, let's forget I ever mentioned spanking you. I promise I will never spank you unless you ask me to". Smiling, Nancy said, "Well don't hold your breath, because that will never happen". "That's OK with me", Craig said as he took Nancy's hand and they walked back towards the girl's cottage. As they approached the door, Craig,. She noticed the same guy who had been strolling behind her had taken up a seat behind her. She continued on, acting as if nobody else were there. She had lunch, then visited the sauna, but I guess her admirer had lost track of her, because he did not show up. Towards the end of the day, she went to the indoor pool, and "undressed" and took another shower. Another couple was there but they soon left. After a while, guess who showed up? He sat down on the edge of the pool and my wife decided to. She tensed up, laughing and giggling as he tickled her torso, the captive girl twisting as his hands ran along the sides of her chest, across the undersides of her breasts, then upwards along her arms, her wrists helplessly pinned outwards away from her body. She twitched and giggled and writhed on the frame, her breath thrown from her lungs by her reaction to his stimulation of her nerves. She fought to control herself, trying to resist as he continued to excite her body, leaving her. Suddenly she pinned my arms to the ground and started rubbing her pussy up and down my hard throbbing cock. Her pussy was so slippery and I could feel her sliding up and down, my cock getting harder, as her pussy got wetter. I was so hard, the skin on my dick stretched so thin that it almost hurt. I wanted to be in her so bad. I tried to move my arms, but she press my wrists down harder onto the floor. But I wanted to dominate her, I wanted to be in her, now. I wrestled one arm free and before.