She adjusted her firm, smooth bosom and then picked up the riding crop and proceeded into the dungeon.She first saw a male bound and gagged to a large...wooden cross. He was only dressed in black briefs. She said to him “I don’t want to know your name because it doesn’t matter to me” then she reeled back and slapped him across the face. He moaned but the panties crammed into his mouth muffled the sound. Then she slowly traced the riding crop across his stomach, teasing him with the tip. Then she. Vimal ne bataya ki free h abhi tu.. aau kya?M – nai..koi zarurat nai h… (main man mein vimal ko gaali de rhi thi)X – dekh main toh aa raha hu.. aur usne ph kaat dia…Ye sun ke meri halat kharab ho gai.. maine callback kia…M – sir aap yahan mat aaiye.. aap mujhe pick kar lijiye.. kisi hotel mein chal lete h.. (mujhe bhi kuch na kuch chaiye toh tha..but vimal pe gussa bhi aa raha tha)S – han ye hui na baat.. tyar ho ja 10 min mein aa raha hu…Maine fir jaldi se jeans aur top pehna..halka sa makeup. I pleaded with him to put it inside me, but again he just smile and continued his teasing. I tried to buck up to meet him, trying desperately to push it inside me but all he would allow was the tip to sit at the entrance, jangling every nerve. He sat back again and said “suck me” I was there in an instant, sucking and licking his cock like I had been starved. I could taste my self on his rod as I licked and sucked it deep into my throat. He was thrusting up to meet my strokes, his. It had started out much the same as previous days on this holiday; a lingering continental breakfast followed by a stroll around the village, and finally arrival on the beach dressed in our beach wear. Miriam wore a terry cloth beach robe over her bikini as she would have caused a traffic accident walking around without some sort of covering.Miriam had gone in swimming; she was a very good swimmer (plenty of buoyancy) and I sat in a shaded deck chair reading up on the march that Black Bob.