We worked the graveyard shift together and one evening she looked so good in her little skirt. I went up behind her and slipped my hand up to her puss.... She had no panties on and I told her when everyone was gone, she was going to get fucked.Kristine challenged me and said, why wait. Since everyone was nowhere near our counter, I stepped behind her and pulled my hard cock out. I spit on it and slipped it right to her asshole. Kristine kept her composure so no one knew what was happening. Her. When eyes started to widen and heads started to nod, I knew my evening was a success. Sean says, never overplay the hand. I only needed to tie a bow on things.I said, "I asked you here tonight so I could pay tribute to what has gone before. As much as the future may be different from the past, the past is the foundation. Dr. Lancaster..."Emilia Lancaster was Dean of Women's Studies and one of my supporters. Her head jerked when I called her name. I went to the mannequin and extracted the bell. When Anne told him to open his hands, he did. And then she started twirling that little whip and letting just the tips touch the flesh of his palm. It was a rush of adrenaline and sensations like he had never felt before!Diane heard the lengths of her whip smack into her husband’s fingers and hands louder than her sister’s and Anne told her to pull away from him a little so the tips only caught his flesh. She did and David looked at her and seemed to smile… if you can smile around a red ball. Even so she grabbed a lot of attention and sideways glances by men as her big juggs wobbled in her bikini top almost spilling out ! They were probably trying to guess what type of nipples she had ! But only I knew the answer to that !!Well anyway approaching mid day with the sun at its hottest we decided to leave the beach for a spot of lunch. As we had done the previous days we would go into the shower block just off the beach to shower and change into tops and shorts. The men's and ladies.