But one woman in particular really got to me. Her name was Jocelyln. She had blonde hair, probably dyed, big eyes, pouty lips, and perfect breasts. So...etimes she would whip one of the lucky male models. Jocelyn was joyfully methodical when she was whipping a man. Like every stroke of the whip was money in her bank. It was like she was counting the exact number of strokes she was giving out. And I could tell by the way her eyes moved, that she aimed the whip with enthusiastic care when she was. A few cars came and went over the next half hour and I was thinking about going back home when I heard the distinctive sound of a motorcycle coming up the ramp. It was a big motorcyle with a big guy driving, he pulled in by the front of the restrooms close to my picnic table and got off his bike. The guy looked like he may have been a construction worker, he had on work clothes with paint on them and a shirt the said "Mitch" above the pocket. He walked right past me on the sidewalk to the. Opening the door with a bowl of Kisses in it “I’m afraid the only thing I have left is the Molasses Kisses!”“Oh I’m sure you have something better you can treat me with!” A black leather glove shooting out gripping the front of my pants “Oh judging by this I say I’m gonna have to do a lot of sucking to make it disappear!”Looking up from my crotch, dropping the bowl of Kisses, I see the redhead pushing me backward while following. Earlier she was pretty but this close I could see that she was. I asked and her mom had said we weren't in the pool for nearly an hour before they came out and to just deal with it. Amy said to stay in the pool so maybe we can get them kicked out again. That didn't happen.Defeated we just continued our day with as little interaction as possible. At first greatly annoyed and staying away, but eventually just sort of not paying attention while coexisting. Matt was still a minor annoyance especially when he would just ogle at my boobs. I'd see him do it with.