The constant sting kept her awake and reeling. Across her ass and through her crack to her pussy she was on fire. Moving only made the burn worse as s...e tried to find a position that led to any relief at all. Her arms ached on the triple cinched harness pulling her elbows tightly together. The leather pants were compressed and acted to make the pins in her ass and cunt grind into her most tender places. The combined effect was of both pain and revenge. If she ever got free, she would make her. The firsthalf of the afternoon was always spent generally ferrying people north tothe Hoo and then later returning them all to the Woodbridge side.It was a bright sunny Sunday afternoon and I had been quite busy forabout two hours with several trips over a falling tide which made lifeinteresting as it was then quite difficult to get to the northern hardwithout running onto any mud-banks. If you did that, you were then stuckthere until the tide came back in several hours later - which wasn't. Because the two American tourists couldn’t control their desire for each other and were in that little glass-enclosed semi-public area making out in a very obvious way that would definitely have scared away the local wildlife.Because Chris had my beautiful wife on her hands and knees, kneeling on the tiled floor on a towel and cushions. His long, thick cock sawing in and out of Jill’s tight pussy as she moaned and sighed just like a happy mare being mated by the prized stallion.Gemma squeezed. And Mrs. Thulin,” Paul said as he nodded at the elderly couple.“The pleasure was all ours, Mr. Paul and Miss Sa-matty,” Mr. Thulin replied and winked at the petite redhead as he purposefully used his wife’s pronunciation of Sammy’s name.“Have a night-cap for me, Mrs. T!” Sammy said as they started to walk away.“Say hello to your dad and Ms. Katie for us, Samantha,” Mr. Thulin asked.“I will!”Masciotro House, London, Ontario8:25pm, Saturday, Oct. 6, 1979“I can run inside if you guys want to.