I love the beach. I love being the center. "Hell ya I'd love to be the center for that. Where's it at? Not gonna be on a public beach or anything is i...?"She laughed lightly. I loved her laugh, it always soothed me."Honey, we're having it at the Landry's place. Yanno that lawyer that's been to some of the parties." Nope." Ahh hon! I forgot you're not there all the time. Ohhh no offense."I laughed."None taken." Well he and his wife are having to go out of town for a few weeks and asked if we. I reminded myself that I hadn't invited Brenda over primarily for either of our pleasures.I wanted to show Emily that her hold on Brenda was a very tenuous thing. That didn't mean I wasn't expecting to enjoy myself, just that my enjoyment was a secondary consideration in this instance. I needed to treat Brenda better, to ensure that she felt good enough about this experience that she'd want to keep on repeating it.Brenda had gotten up and was slowly undoing the buttons on her blouse. I saw that. I heard her talking to someone, it sounded like another woman, and then a moment later I heard them walk away, so once again I stood there holding my cock waiting for her return.It wasn't long, just a few minutes later Mrs Jones came trotting back into the room again "Sorry, Jessica was looking for the bathroom!" she said, before she hitched up her skirt, turned around and bent over again "Come on, we might not have much time again!" she then said looking back at me, so I quickly pushed my cock. Thwack….. Thawck,” rang out around the hotel room and Sarah screamed in surprise as I went to town on her ass again with the riding crop. Her fucking became more urgent and she became more vocal as her previously tenderised rump received more sting. As I whacked her bum, I was enjoying the sight of her fucking hubby who was now pushing up and burying his cock deep into the rhythmically descending pussy. I relented with the riding crop and told her to push herself further forward on to her.