I try to be brave, I don't want to cry again but the crop hurts and even though I know she isn't hitting me hard I can't stand it. But the worst thing...is the feeling of complete helplessness, the knowledge that she can do whatever she wants and I can't do a thing to stop her.It is too much and I start to blub, each strike forces me to beg and plead but through my sobs I'm sure nothing intelligible comes out, I feel ashamed that I have been defeated so quickly, but I have never in my life had to. That was why I was here—hiding in what should be a safe place from anything I’d been caught doing before.But, holy shit, this boy was sex on a stick. And Stan was just leaning back in his chair and guiding the youth in the blow job with fingers sunk in the boy’s blond curls.And there was Larry, having heard something and coming around to the side of my house to see what was what. What was what was that Stan was being sucked off by a beautiful fourteen-year-old boy. Larry would go bananas when. ."Clair raised herself up and down, my cock slipping in and out. I held myhands against her wide hips as she sat on me. "Bad girl, Clair, you'llwear me out like this. You love my cock deep inside your ass, don't you,my girl? So deep, can you feel it when you press down, on your specialspot? I can see you do. Keep going."Clair knows me, how long she can ride, how fast, and she kept it up forover half an hour. I didn't blame her, all the stimulation she's had allweek with no release. Precum was. Inside the limo was a bottle of champagne and chocolate covered strawberries. Marcus leaned his head in the door, ‘JP is sorry that he could not meet you this evening. He is wrapping up some business, so he will be available tomorrow to show you around and explain why you are here.’ Marcus opened the champagne and poured her a glass, as he gave her a brief history of the island. ‘Miss Sanders, we have a half hour drive to the resort, if you are ready…’ ‘Marcus, please call me Jessica. What is.