Miss Burnley was a poor sailor and by the second day was continually seasick. I spent as much time on deck as possible, away from the thick air of the...cabin and Miss Burnley’s piteous moans and retchings. By the third day we were crossing the Bay of Biscay and a terrible storm broke. I myself became terribly sick and I thought Miss Burnely would die. At last we came through the terrible tempest and some days later arrived at the great rock of Gibralter. We were permitted a day to see the rock. At that particular moment, I felt so ashamed…Steven lovingly played with my anus, but his finger never went inside my asshole. I sensed his disappointment. My relationship with Steven wasn’t based on lies and so, I heard myself say, “No Sir, I didn’t”Steven removed his finger…the caresses had stopped. Those painful moments of waiting…sensing his body movements, I knew that he had reached for the paddle. At long last, he rested the paddle on my bottom. The first swat…upon hearing the sound. Which explains why I've got my boyfriend Jackson Hall on all fours right now, face down and ass up. I gleefully slam my dildo deep into his ass. He squeals. I laugh heartily. I simply love that sound. Fucking black men in the ass with my strap-on is addictive.My name is Katharine Hollister. I'm a six-foot-two, busty, kind of plump young woman with bone-white skin and blonde-white hair. My eyes are an icy blue. I've been told my big tits, wide hips and huge round ass are my best features. I've. All holes get filled.” I only knew this at the time from reading a Forum in one of the men’s magazines.“Ewwww, NASTY! We should TRY that” Barb added. Sal just got a wistful look on her face.“We don’t have enough guys I trust for that” she said frowning.“Uh, I dunno, maybe Alice’s Max. He’s kinda docile, isn’t he?”“Of all the guys over there, Max is a sweetheart. He ALWAYS asks before taking any of the women.”“So, maybe he’s a candidate. We’ll havta try it out with Alice.”“As long as US girls.