Each one made a show of scanning the horizon, following the path of dive-bombing gulls, staring intently at driftwood formations.But their eyes always...returned to the four women splashing and swimming just off-shore.Except for the color of their suits -- and the color of Sam's skin -- all four presented identically beautiful backsides. From the front, Sam's features were distinctive, and Bobbi Jo had a few more crow's feet around the eyes, a rounder jaw line than Lucy and Paula. But their. ”He cups my cheeks, his large hands warm and comforting. I lean into him, enjoying his subtle musk. Somehow it smells a little like both of us. The storm eases, and I look up into his fathomless brown eyes. “What question? And what choice?”A choice is a novel thing these days. I’m realizing that I haven’t had one in a very long time. Not about my activities, my work, my partner. It’s all been arranged and planned, right down to my food. And my mental stability, taken away at the whim of someone. I really don't know why, or how I endured it. I should have moved, I should have tried to protect myself, but I just kept still and she kept at it. Maybe I just wasn't thinking, if she'd let up for a second I'd have been able to think, but the blows just kept raining down on my butt. That not thinking just kind of took over, the weirdness started, I stopped noticing the blows; I was zoning out again. There was no sudden transition, but like falling asleep, things get really hazy now. Somewhere. I knew I was sucking hard enough to leave a mark but this only turned me on more, knowing I had left my mark on her, a not so subtle hint to Luke that Tasha was mine, not his.I knew I was drawing it out too long for her, I knew that it was sending her mad not giving in to the urgent desire. This time she pushes me down on to the small chair in the cubicle, having already removed my jeans, she spreads my legs open to reveal the skimpy red thong I know she loves seeing me in.She pushes the.