She looked behind her the sweaty fat man behind her was struggling to thrust his cock in the motion jiggling his fat body. Sandra reached back with h...r hand squeezing in between her soft skin and his hairy belly fishing for the fat man’s filthy cock. She gripped it and aimed it at her asshole. It slipped in Mikey shuddered in pleasure. The two men began working Sandra over. Mikey’s fat rolls made a sickening smacking sound on her back as he rocked back and forth. “smack smack smack”The. I had put on my jeans, a blouse, a sweater and my sneakers. It was around 8pm and I decided that I would just drive around and see where I would end up. I had a full tank of gasoline and decided to drive to the southern part of our Country. You have a more rural area over there, and it's a much nicer scenery.On my drive over, I stayed mainly on the highway, and I noticed that traffic was still very busy on the road. Probably, people who were driving home from work and who had been stuck in. You look magnificent as rivers of your sweat flow down yourglobes, across your taut tummy and onto the rough planks. Every hour I returnto the woodshed to torment a different part of your shapely body. It is sohot in the woodshed that I must be nude while I tan your hide with my whip. Last summer you polished many more planks as you were en pointe .Wasn't it glorious then spending from dawn to dusk for two entire weeks inthe woodshed polishing planks while the Baron was away on a business trip. A little under an hour had passed and Sara came back to the pool area. I tested her just to make sure my thoughts were right. I asked her what took so long, and she stammered that she laid down for a bit to get rid of her headache and that it helped because it was gone. I knew by her response that she wasn't telling the truth. That night Sara didn't ask to go down to the hot-tub, and we didn't have sex. The next day however, Don was not by the pool and I thought that he might have gone home..