She was looking more beautiful. My cock again sprung out and become hardened. I heard the whip slice the air and a line of pain burned across my but...ocks. The pain seemed to spread after a few seconds. As the pain started to fade I felt the second stroke, lower down my buttocks this time. I cried out. She whipped me slowly, one stroke every ten seconds or so, my buttocks clenching slightly and then relaxing as the whip fell across them. When she had given me twenty strokes she stopped to let. I put my head back against her shoulder and she kissed my neck. Soft gentle kisses on my ears and little nips with her teeth, pulling out my lobe and releasing it. Her soft warm tongue flicked quickly inside my ear making me shiver uncontrollably. Her right hand moved snake-like down my front, below the water until it found the entrance to my grotto, her fingers moving between my wet petals and caressing the now solid nub nestling inside. Even though the water was cold, I could feel a heat. While Sarah waited for our luggage in the baggage claims area at the Lindbergh Terminal in Minneapolis, I checked on the gate and time that Chris’ flight would arrive from Denver. I returned to the baggage carousel just in time to see Sarah struggling with our last bag. “Have you heard from Chris? Is his flight on time?” Sarah inquired. “It was delayed a little over an hour out of Denver, but it’s in the air now, and he should be here in about an hour,” I informed her. “Do you want to get. Sorry." Nick allowed her in and gestured towards his twin bed. Georgina looked around his eclectic room and sat down. "You a music fan?" "Yeah. I love the Doors, Steve Miller. All the Oldies. The Beatles." "Ohhhh," Georgina crooned, laughing. "Well before your time. You've got good taste." "Thanks," Nick muttered awkwardly. He stood away from her, his hands deciding whether they should go in his pockets or stay by his side. Georgina readily picked up on this and.