They are a problem because Carmel lies between San Francisco and Big Sur. It is an attractive stop-over point for hitch-hikers and a problem to the ci...y fathers.There are no hippies in Pebble Beach. It is more a community than a town. Here, in breath-taking loveliness, behind walls and gates that are guarded, live the very rich. Here is the famous Del Monte Lodge where only the wealthy and famous can afford to stay. Here is the world-famous seaside links of Pebble Beach, scene of the glamorous. Tracy was squeezing my balls as Mistress slid her hand around my still limp cock.The striking of the crops on my arse were harder than the paddles. With ten strikes left, I felt my cock getting bigger, Mistress now wrapped her hand around my shaft, slowly stroking its semi erect length. I tried thinking of something else so my cock would not become erect.On the last strike of the crops, my cock became fully erect with precum covering the head. I thought for sure that Mistress would be. I felt his free hand move up between my body and the wall as he was cupping my breast and pinching my nipple. Then I felt his forearm slide up between my breasts as a strong hand went up around my throat, under my chin, to kind of hold my head and mouth there as he looked at me, still feeling him stroking in and out of me.One final time he said, “Tell me.”I looked him in the eyes, my expression reflecting each thrust of his hips into me, as I quietly said, “I want you to fuck my ass.”No sooner. So I started to swim a few laps – that’s what I had actually come for, right? I could tell the girl kept looking at me the whole time. I stopped just a few feet away from her. Again, we started sharing deep glances at each other. Every time she looked at me, she showed me her cute smile again. It almost made my heart melt. I couldn’t help rewarding it, and checking her out. It was as if we were devouring one another by simply taking deep looks of each other’s bodies. And she sure had one hell.