They stoped as one and I felt their hands caress some of the hurt away.Ian told me to chose between 10 strokes of cane or 12 of a single tail whip, ev...n though they both knew it wasn't really a choice since I do not like canes ...The choice was evident, the whip strokes. They decided to split the hits between them...They never gave me much time or warning, and I felt the first stroke of the whip on my back...Ian always said a hit with a whip was like a kiss, but they were more like little. Gail laughed, hugging me against her belly. “It might not take so long to find some emotional connection, after all,” she said. Gail squeezed my cock and gave me another kiss – that time, just a friendly peck.“Goodnight, then,” she said with a smile. I took my hard on off to the bedroom. I jerked off and cleaned up. It didn’t take long for me to be asleep.Before I opened my eyes the next day, I realized my cock was inside a warm wet mouth. I smiled as I reached to stroke Anna’s hair. That was. I hugged her tightly as she took my manhood between her legs rubbing her hot, wet pussy. She planted a kiss on my lips passionately; we locked your tounges and tasted each other salvia.My hands were exploring her back and squeezing her ass cheeks. Then I laid her down and climbed over her as she spread her legs. I put my cock over her pussy lips and rubbed it there. I put my lips on her boobs and started licking and sucking the hard nipples.She put her arms around me and hugged me tightly. I. “I don’t think you are either, are you?” She said. “You are only back for a week or so?...”“Correct. I’m on spring break.” He replied easily, marvelling how she knew this, as they didn’t really speak apart from the odd facebook message. “Come on in, I’d love to join you, but you might have to wait half an hour whilst I get ready, is that ok?” “Anything you would like me to do is ok” He replied.She looked at him with lust sodden eyes, hair - and pussy – dripping wet and stepped aside to let him.