We moved away from the group a bit, Suzanne had her back to them.“I’m sorry about yesterday,” she said.“What about yesterday?”“The wet t-s...irt.”“Oh, that,” I said, hopefully with an air of nonchalance. “It happens. Nothing to worry about.”“I got the feeling you enjoyed the show.”“Well, I won’t deny you have a lovely chest.”She blushed at my comment and bit her lower lip.“Thanks. Maybe we can repeat it later?”“We should get back.”She nodded and returned to breakfast. I was a moment behind her.. Oh, God. Oh, God," I gasped as she started moving her head up and down on the shaft of my dick.This continued on for what seemed to be an eternity. I kept squeezing. I was so afraid I was going to cum in her mouth. I was afraid I was going to do it. And I finally said to her she had to stop."Please, Caitlin. Please. You better be careful. Otherwise, I'm not sure what's going to happen," I said.And she pushed harder. And harder. And she moved faster.I gasped. I grunted. And I came in her fucking. He took off his belt and gave her ten hard smacks leaving welts on her ass. He screamed at her "I told you if I caught you fucking the yard man again I would punish you. You are paid to do my house work not fuck the help." He then gave her ten more smacks and now her ass was red and covered in marks. He stood her up on her feet and put the belt around her neck and jerked her to him. He tightened the belt and began to pull on her nipples. He had hired her because she was beautiful with a sexy. " Having you here is just as wonderful. Thank you, Pete. For the coat and for being here. It's the best Christmas I've had in a long time." Well, with any luck, it's the last Christmas either of us will spend alone." What's luck got to do with it," she grinned as she embraced again, kissing him with increasing passion."You'd better translate that for me," he said, eyeing her carefully."You know that question you asked me last summer? The one I wasn't sure about?" Of course. How could I forget?".