.I went out side and up the steps to the Gym went in and there where 3 black guys training lifting wheights they stoped when they saw me and came over...to were I was and asked what I wanted..I told them I was looking for a place were I could Train and stuff they said that was cool and if I need help they would help me..one of the guys had called down and ordered 34 waters and we talked and on guysaid for me to get undressed so they could see what training woud be best for me..I got undressed. Nothing. She tried again. Nothing. After a brief consultation with a middie, she gave up and attempted to raise her voice over the sound of the surf."Well ... e ... ud ... ay oar ... ot ... ub ... sex see..."I've been accused of selective hearing from time to time, but this was a bit much. "Speak up!" someone shouted off to my left. Thank god--it's not just me. "Speak up!" I joined the call.Emily tried again. "WELCOME, EVERYBODY, TO DAY FOUR OF THE YACHT CLUB PUBLIC SEX SERIES."I caught her eye. My body turned to see what he wasdoing, but he grabbed my hair and before I knew it, he was pushing me onthe couch.He punched me in the side three times, and as the pain rippled through mybody, he pulled me over the arm of the couch, and as I tried to turn andtalk he leaned down and punched me in the face. Everything became a blur.I tried to keep up with what was going on, but the haze prevented me fromactually being able to follow what was happening. I felt him push myskirt up and then tried. He inserted two fingers into her pussy sharply, he began working them in and out of her at an every quickening pace. He licked her clit every so often to keep her moans loud, to make sure the hotel rooms next door could hear her screams. Her G-Spot grew in size, soon every thrust was like an orgasm, every time his fingers curled back upwards she moaned in pleasure, she was so close to her first every G-Spot orgasm. Jake took his other hand and rubbed it on her pubic mound, he pushed down.