While we had slowed down there was no doubt that our ten days of debauchery in Scotland had put a fresh sparkle back into our love life. I was amazed ...t how many times we were now having sex, compared to prior to our holiday. Not only that but it seemed that Jenny was now quite often being the first one to bring up the various ‘kinky’ scenarios in bed. She quite happily, ‘re-played’ the scene (from memory?) where the Scottish pub landlord had watched her masturbating on CCTV in his beer garden.. She felt stupid for falling for his trick, but she had to admit that being handcuffed and helpless in her own home was kind of sexy…especially with the way he was feeling her up. “Do whatever you want to, Officer Cock,” Kristin said breathlessly. “I’ve been a bad girl and need correction. Lots of it.”Ian stopped the two-foot-long nightstick just short of Kristin’s panty-covered mound and shifted it to her other leg to repeat the performance. “Would shoving that stick up your squishy cunt be. He looked down at his hands, not believing what he could feel. Incontrast to his slimmer thighs, there was a definite surplus of fat onhis chest, almost like he had breasts. He'd always been quite lean,almost slender; it made no sense to him. When the door opened again Peterwas still looking puzzled, still covering his breasts with his hands."Ah, nice to see you awake Philippa."The man who had entered the room was wearing a smart pinstripe suit andhad little half glasses perched on the end of. The leisurely pace could not disguise his destination. The tingling between her legs grew with these novel sensations. Her skepticism melted away with the realization that she completely trusted George.Brushing over the remaining decorative curls, his fingers parted the divide of her vulva and found her expected dampness, but he wasn’t going to probe deeper yet. He pressed his hand over her mound, gently but firmly massaging her flesh, feeling her push back against him. It was at that moment.