She didn’t want to lose him and getting some experience and training from another man would help, she hoped.On Saturdays he had an older woman as vi...itor. She was in her later 40s, the mother of three children, and could be described as a faded beauty. Her need was somewhat like Rita’s in that her marital sex life had dwindled to almost nothing and she was not only frustrated, but her self-image was going downhill. She’d been a beauty, and popular, and used to get hit on by men when she was in. I groaned and moaned each time she struck me with the metal-tipped whip and the steel weights seemed to rip across my back.Mistress Flavia’s backhand strokes were more painful. Each time the cat clawed across my back, my feet shifted with the impact of the blow and the weighted chain dragged at my balls. With relentless fury, Mistress Flavia inflicted five more strokes on each side of my back. Then five more. I writhed and struggled as I hung there from the crossbar. All this time, Ophelia’s. I tried to cover up, but I knew she'd seen everything. There was a strange silence once she'd walked in, she didn't shout at me. As she walked nearer, she said, 'Ah, I think I can help you out here', and with that, she pulled back the covers to reveal me naked and my rock hard erection standing out. It was the hardest I had ever known it, and was throbbing so hard that I didn't know whether I was feeling pleasure or pain.I still had no idea what she would do, but after a few seconds of her. Since she was laying on her stomach, she undid the strings to the top of her bikini. I told her to let me know when she was going to flip over, so I could find someone to rub lotion on her "front". Again she just laughed.The next day I told her that as far as I was concerned, she should just leave her top in the room. Really she asked me. Why not, I said, actually yesterday you were pretty much the only girl on the beech with a top on. Then she told me I should be carefull, because she might.