Big sweat.I went topless on the beach didnt I.Whats the difference.I t didnt get any more exciting than that although he did try persuade me.But I was...happy.I was sonn earning 200,even 220 a day.I was rolling in it.Then on the Friday,my last day,back came Jay.Wee Jay with the big muscles.He handed me a hundred,and said "usual love,get them out".Before I could say anything smart,he pulled down his trousers,together with his undies ! I was shocked,but said nothing.He stripped fully,then put one. They burst free rather abruptly and I shrug the bra off my shoulders. It feels good to take it off, I look down at my chest and caress them briefly. I toss the bra with my top on the bench. I grab the waist of my shorts and pull them down with my panties, my pussy resists for a moment and catches them before letting go. I gently rub my bikini line, sweat, tight panties and shorts don’t mix well with my freshly shaved bits. I pull a towel out of my back to wrap around myself, looking up I see. Tears rolled down her cheeks. There was no point even trying to brace herself,she thought, as she sagged forwards (or as far forwards as she could in thetight cuffs and chains that held her). As soon as she rested still after eachlash hit home, the next one came. Bethany had no hope of keeping count of evensuch a small number as the Bounty Hunter had named, and simply was glad whenthe addition of new pain stopped. Her back seemed to be ablaze. The whip'smarks continued to burn just as fiercely. I learnt that with that bastard Steve. That’s why I want to be part of your love for him, because I love you and I want to love him. Come on, pull yourself together for yourself and for him! How do you think Mike will feel if you keep on like this. You’re going to emphasize the age difference and make him feel worse.’ Of course she was right, and I had thought of something that would make me feel better, my plan. ‘Jo,’ I said, calm now that my decision was made, ‘I know a way to make me feel.