While decidedly straight, Jennifer enjoyed the lessons she was receiving in breast and nipple sucking, and cunt and clit licking, and endeavored to be...a good student.Now, temporarily sated, the two women semi-dozed in their hammocks, occasionally waking to pour a drink from a tall, frosted pitcher. Both were dressed casually, in loose shorts and t-shirts. Every once in a while, one or the other would dreamily slip a hand into her waistband and extended fingers would gently massage a clit or. But her slit was slick and wet with the juices those blows had forced out of her too. And the need to continue in his voice was palpable, though his words told her over and over it was OK to stop. She loved him so much. She knew it. Had known it for months before he fucked her. Before he spanked her in the forest that Sunday afternoon. She had fallen in love with him that morning in her poky little office, when she had made him coffee and he had so quickly stopped looking as if he wanted to. When we got there it was already dark and G-Man was waiting in the parking lot in his car. He damn near ran across the parking lot toward us, asking before he even got near us how the day had went. I could tell he was excited and a little nervous at the same time. So I clapped him on the back and said it went fine and that we should go in and have a beer or drink.AS I was telling G-Man this, two of my b*o's were standing beside G-Man's car pissing into the bushes. As they shook them dry, I. You arouse me. You fill me with desire. My cock stands erect and proud for you. I am sure my back is red and raw before you are half way satisfied. You have flogged me without mercy. Only the cool of the raindrops soothe my burning skin. “You fucking slut,” you hiss as you crack the strands of the flogger over my abused back. You know this harsh treatment will refuel my lust for you. I grunt like an animal as I beat my cock in my palm to the time of your rhythmic flogging of my back. Smack,.