She laughed but said no more. I walked around the pool and sat on a sunbed, wondering where Mandy was but as I said not concerned. After abou... an hour three Germans arrived, said hi to me and spoke to Helga in German, she replied in German, nodded toward her room and laughed. They laughed to and went on in. About half an hour later, Helga walked over to my bed, she had removed her top by then and asked if I knew where my wife was. I thought this was a bit odd and said. Having learned the night before that she was a heavy sleeper, I looked forward to enjoying her sweetness as she lay sleeping and unaware, especially now, after all that wine. With trembling hands, I carefully pulled back the sheets and was rewarded by the sight of her sleeping on her stomach with just a tee-shirt again and panties. With one leg bent up, part of her bush was exposed. I slowly reached down and stroke a few curly pubic hairs as I listened to her breathing in her drunken. The pain shot through my sex, deep into my body as I yelled out in agony. Again the whip landed on my poor cunt with equal force as Sam now set a pace for each lash to smack into my now redden and swollen sex. Each blow sending more shock waves through me until I could feel less the pain and had started to feel more the pleasure. By the tenth blow I was now getting turned on and cried out "Whip me", please "Whip my worthless cunt" as Sam had stopped and went over to pick up a long handled. I took one last deep breath of her musky scent before licking the length of her labia slightly entering her pussy. My tongue then made contact with her clitoris and her legs tightened around my head and I went to work in a made up rhythm where I would switch between tongue fucking her and sucking her nub then the occasional brush against her rose but, and I dare say it the best rose bud in the entire world, almost unused I noted as I increased my pace. She gave a loud moan and somewhere in.