Her hair was blowing in the wind. She looked so healthy and beautiful, with her cheeks a bit red from being out in nature.‘You know, I just remember...d something,’ she said. ‘When we were on the beach I just told you about, you should know that most of us were ‘au naturel’, as the French say.’Alex didn’t understand.‘We were naked, Alex,’ sounding a bit impatient with him and even more so when he must have looked incredulous and she felt forced to defend herself.‘Look, this is not Suffolk and it. ..perfect, now liftyour ass higher, a little more...stop, hold that position and don't move untilI tell you otherwise"? I enjoyed the feeling of her plumpass cheeks quiver as they met my palm; the sharp slapping sounds music to myears. Lisa's was soon sobbing, her tears soaking the carpet and begging me tostop; but she held her position like a well-trained Irish Setter bitch, fromimpeccable bloodlines.? When her buttocks were beet red, itwas time to stop, I had no intentions of leaving. Inside on one side was a pool table and some card tables, and a bar with football on the TV. A glitter ball spun slowly over a small parquet dance floor and several couches lined the walls. An open doorway led into a back room. There were two couples slow-grinding under the glitter ball, a couple of guys with a curvy brunette playing pool, and three women on one of the couches chatting.I went over to the couch and my eyes lit on a redhead in a well-filled tube top and short skirt. I introduced. He would understand she thought warmly.She needed to get her mind back to business anyway. She was leaving for Philadelphia for a meeting with one of their no-brand suppliers. James had set up the meeting to discuss new product ranges and he would come along to pitch their ideas.The bright sunlight that filtered through a crack in the curtains hit her eyes and she groaned slightly. She had a bad taste in her mouth and an uncomfortable sticky feeling between her legs. Still trying to regain full.