A glance at my watch reveals her husband's hand slowly dragging the hem of her skirt up her leg. He pulls the hem just high enough for me to observe t...e crotch of her tights, which seem too far forward, stretched between her legs mid-thigh. That's when I notice the outline of her rolled tights beneath her skirt; a line like thin chord around the middle of her thigh. It occurs to me that she entered the place with her tights rolled down.I think that blushing is not a manly trait, but it's. ’ Me? I kept my mouth shut. I watched as he shot video of the other girls as a photographer snapped pictures. He was tall and dark and handsome. It was August in Florida and everyone was sweating. He kept a wet towel around his neck and kept patting his forehead with it. Alana, a smoking hot brunette in a black string bikini, played in a hot tub and touched herself in front of him. She squeezed her firm breasts together, pushing them out of the barely there bikini top. She smiled and licked her. The small fleshy area that has been laid bare between your jeans and your white cotton blouse it is so alluring, its burning holes in my soul to know I am so close to your inner beauty. My fingers trace down the side of your jaw line and across your neck, I find the first button to your blouse and fumble to start with, all because of the pent up anticipation running through my veins.As we continue to kiss, our lips entwine and our saliva lubricates our tongues. The occasional gasp and murmur. "Beat me, Master, beat me!"What man could resist such an invitation? Refuse such a requestt?I lost count of the number of times the leather of the belt lashed her skin: the taut flesh of her butt, the tender flesh between her legs and for variation its upward strokes on her pussy. It was a joy to watch her every shudder, to listen to the slap of each stroke on her and see the reddening of her skin.But she was enjoying this too much. Not once did she remember to thank me for each stroke, as a.