I roared out with laughter and with my open palms smacked her vaginal lips hard. “Aaaaaaaaeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…” yelped out Shanti in pain. ... hit her hard on her cunt with my open palm once again, and this time with my fully raised arm with brute force. “Ahhhhhhhhhh Sttttttoooo oooooooppp Saheb…do what ever you want …don’t hit me” yelped out Shanti. I kept slapping her vulva with brute force and she was now crying out in pain. After a while I stopped slapping her cunt and said “So you like. I simply left it at that, knowing noexplanation was better than some lame one. Surprisingly, my bossdidn't ask me any questions. Happily for me, he seemed satisfied withthat reason. I didn't know what I would have said if he'd pressed mefurther. Marissa was sunning herself in a lounge chair on the deck whenI arrived with her rather spartan breakfast. I informed her that Ihad made my phone call and was no longer employed. She seemed pleasedwith the news but made no comment about it. "As. Your lips move toward it and I draw a breath but you just kiss it lightly and then stand up. With that you gently push me to my seat and again whisper "patience darling". You step away from me and begin to remove your clothes, each movement is slow and calculated, you know how much watching you turns me on. Your dress slips to the floor revealing your sexy lingerie, bra, knickers, stockings and suspenders. My smile broadens, lucky me. You turn, showing me your back and reach behind to undo. Maybe late thirties at a push. Certainly experienced enough to know how to use her body as an instrument of pleasure and to prolong the excitement of her orgasms. She'd been going almost an hour and hadn't showed any obvious audible signs of coming yet. Unless she was the silent type, channelling her orgasms internally to the places it mattered most. I knew the feeling of restraint and how powerful it could make my orgasms when my boyfriend and I bucked and rolled passionately at my parent's.