She then pulled the crop back well over her shoulder and slammed it down on my right inner thigh.Whack!“AAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!!” I screamed, “PL...ASE.... GODS HELP ME!”Whack! Again on the right thigh, but closer to my vagina.“AAAAARRRHHHH!!!!!” She repositioned herself and lashed the crop along the top of my pubic hair line.Whack!“AAAAARGGHHHH!!!! PLEEEEAAASSSSSEEE!!!!”She reared back and lashed again. Whack! I felt an explosion of pain as the crop landed squarely on the lips of my. Sharon said she couldn't believe how good I looked! With that, a smile came on my face, that when Sharon saw it she also smiled. Here we were finally meeting in person but it was like we had known one another all our lives. At that moment we both realized that we were meant to be together! We then both sat on the edge of the bed as we wanted to be closer than just sitting on the two single chairs in the room. We talked for a while as I ask Sharon if she had any suggestions for me to improve. Not for the fact that he was fucking me but because of his insult. And the fact that I was enjoying his abuse. I wanted to meet every hard thrust with my own and I was pissed that my body still wanted to fuck. The hand on my back slid away and down my belly. His fingers acutely brought my clit to full attention and I hated the fact that I wasn't screaming at him anymore. I was moaning from the pleasure he was inflicting on me. His cock seemed to get bigger as my muscles clenched tighter around. After ordering drinks, dinner and a bottle of wine, we quickly became friends. They had come over for a week of Maui wind-surfing and had had a great, but ego destroying time. Maui can be one of the toughest places on the planet to learn to windsurf when the wind is up and it had been blowing that week. When they learned that wind-surfing was my passion, there were no problems with lagging conversation.Robert asked me, “are you the guy with the maroon Ezzy sail and a blue and white board, I.