‘Go take a shower, sweaty man!’ she ordered with a laugh. ‘Let me finish what I’m doing.’ I gave her a fake snarl and put the water back in ...he refrigerator. ‘Looks like you’re almost done, though. You’re not planning to clean out the cabinets or anything, are you?’ I teased with one eyebrow raised. ‘Yes, I was going to move all the plates, clean the cabinets, reorganize the pantry,” she recited, “go grocery shopping and paint the kitchen and living room.’ She cocked her head and chided, ‘You. His penis was now rising again … when it was fully erect, he took a heavy whip and told Rebecca that he would whip her front lengthwise three times, hitting her breasts, stomach, pussy and thighs. Each stroke was painful enough to make Rebecca wish for death. After the third stroke, which had mainly hit her already sore pussy, he immediately entered her pussy and thrust violently. He tried her ass, too, but simply could not achieve an orgasm. He finally gave up, thanked Rebecca and left the. I have to torture your group this morning, and we should take a dip before we start breakfast,” I said.“I will need more than a dip,” she said, pulling her hand up from between us. “There has to be a gallon of cum down there.”“Then we better hurry.”We hustled down the dock and into the water. Lauren told me to go first; she would be along in a minute. I just nodded, dried off, got dressed, and headed for the fires. At least my back did not hurt this morning as I shouldered my pack. It was still. "It's us," came Emily's voice.Richard cleared his eyes, and sat up. What could they possibly want? They were up as late as I was last night. They drank the same amount of wine as I did. So why are they up so freaking early? It's Saturday!Richard stood and stumbled to the door. As he pulled it open, Emily and Sandra peeked in."Hey. What's wrong?" he asked.The girls were smiling. "Nothing," Sandra shrugged."You weren't still sleeping, were you?" Emily asked."No, I've been up for hours," Richard.