After several minutes I noticed George had a pretty good tent going in his shorts. We were on holiday at this little resort. I liked it because you ha... a very few people here and a nice private beach, your own cabana and your own cabana boy or girl. George was our cabana boy, he was about fifteen, smart, okay looking and from the UK. I made a comment to him that I bet he gets lots of girls and probably has to fight off the ladies at this place. George blushed and said no, he was still a virgin.. ?”I led them both closer to the wall where all our range of whips, canes, paddles et cetera were displayed and then I went through my usual routine of explaining which were for mainly for punishment and which were for pleasure.“Is there a difference?” she asked.I smiled. “It really depends on the user and the recipient, “I responded. “They all punish and they all give pleasure in varying degrees. It just depends on the individuals. After all, all this is really a form of foreplay. Some prefer a. As she began to orgasm, I watched as he thrusted forward and held his cock deep in my now wife. When he pulled out, I watched as his cum began to drip from her pussy. He sat at the head of the bed and allowed her to lick his cock and balls clean. I got behind her and slid my finger along her slit. He was so west and messy from his cum that I couldn't hold back any longer. I grabbed her hips and slid smoothly into her pussy. It felt absolutely amazing. I could feel where his cock had stretched. There was a slightly bigger crack in the door than usual and I was raging hard just approaching. I peeked in to see her standing holding her bottoms and getting ready to step into them, naked of course with her back to me. I leaned in for a better view and my forehead hit the door lightly, with just a small tap but the door began swinging open some.I ducked back out of the way but of course I heard her say, "John, are you watching me dress?!"I leaned back and turned my head to make it sound as.