Bridges were constantly being burnt and I guess it was after one such incident that Sarah moved out. As a boss it now behove me to order reprimands by...way of beatings and in this particular case it turned out to be a young girl on the receiving end. She had been trading a bit but tried to pocket more than her share of the proceeds.As a business this couldn't be allowed to continue, so my mobster persona ordered a warning to be given. Naively I was thinking in terms of a bit of a slapping but. We giggle as a pillow fell off the bed knocking the lamp next to bed on the floor. We lay close and snuggle for a while. I can feel your amazingly hard cock pushing in toward me, begging for attention. You guide my hand to your crotch. I tickle your balls and walk my fingers up and down, before bending down to give it a kiss. I started with a light peck right at the top as you had said this was the most sensitive part. I hear you moan and it spurs me on. I put the entire top in my mouth. Using. "Well maybe size isn't everything, maybe your dick is broke little fella....or maybe not" He let go of my penis and walked over to his tool box, after a few seconds he seemed to have found what he was looking for. "Maybe this will get you started", that's when I saw that he had a large screwdriver in his hand. He spat on the handle and rubbed his hand around it to spread it evenly as he came over to me, without any ado he leaned over, spread my butt cheeks and rammed it up my ass, the pain. I dressed and made my way back. Mike was making coffee. "Where's Chris?" I asked. "Gone to the shop." I was sure it must have been him spying on me. When he returned I watched him closely, but he gave no sign to confirm that he'd been watching me. Determined to make the most of the last day, we packed sandwiches, snacks and a flask and walked the perimeter of the island, making our way down the paths to the beaches, wildlife watching, discovering the ruins of cottages. We sat and ate lunch.