I replied that I was a bit shy about such things. Remounting bikes we started to climb inland until we reached the shade of the country park woodland ...here we stopped for a drink by one of the streams, relaxing into the long grass. Jon went for a pee, dropping his lycra shorts to reveal an ample sized clean shaven cock, with his hand lingering on it longer than needed when he saw me watching. My own shorts were bulging when he came back and he put his hand on the bump which then hardened to a. ” Then she broke out in giggles.I looked at her with a raised eyebrow and then just shook my head. I know when to be quiet and let her have her fun and this was one of those times.“So, Jim, how are things going for you and Debbie?”I guess my question caught him off guard because he suddenly got a worried look on his face. Reluctantly he responded, “Good, why? Do you know something I don’t?”“No, no, no,” I said, shaking my head to make sure he knew I was just asking is all. “I was just curious. “Seventy-two. Seventy-three.” She started shaking now, she couldn’t take any more, she would go insane. She squirmed, shaking her legs as best she could, her muscles exhausted but finding strength somewhere to struggle. There were sounds all around her, footsteps, talking. “Eighty-six. Eighty-seven.” Catcalls and whistles. Clapping. Laughter. She felt a hand on her bottom and realized her cunt and ass were empty - Tiffany had taken her hands out of the slave’s holes and she’d been too far gone. And I did, cumming hard, crying out, tears streaming down my cheeks. It felt so good for him to one last time show me how much he cared about me that he would correct my behavior this way.A portion of me, as he was spanking me, accepted this spanking in part for the one confession I could never tell him. No, I could not tell him about Susan and me, it would hurt him too much, and it is too late now. But with each swat and smack, I thought about him punishing me for that crime too.When I came,.