As we walked back there was a silence in our conversation. Dan finally broke it, "So...what would your nice husband say about you blowing a black guy ...ick on the beach?"I felt a knot in my stomach like never before. I tried to deny it, but he began to explain the events in detail. It was clear he had watched me giving Manuel a blowjob. "I just need to get back to my room, I feel very tired!”."Are you going to tell your husband about it?" he asked. I shook my head: “Of course not”."You will give. I tried to stand up as Tommy told me that we were ready to go but before I could get all the way up he grabbed my hair and forced me up, pain in my cunt and all and we went out to his car. "We have one errand left and then I will take you home." he told me. We stopped at a tattoo parlor and told me to get out. I didn't know what was going to happen next but I sure in the hell didn't want a tattoo. I was hoping that it was either a friends work or he was. The beads had to go.I tossed several strands of them towards to open French doors as Mandy settled on to my lap, straddling me, pushing my cock into her shaved kitty. She planted her hands on my chest and tossed her head back, taking in deep breaths and forcfully exhaling in an exhilarating attempt to control what could not be controlled. Her body quivered, my cock buried deep inside of her. Her arms stiffened. Her arms shook and suddenly, she flooded my lap and the bed with love juices. She. See,” I announced pointing to my beard trimmer, safety razor, shaving cream, water basin, and towels on my bedside table. “Jesus, I’ve always wanted to shave my pussy but I was afraid I might knick something important down there.” Giggling Amber slipped out of her frumpy dress and under things and stretched out on the beach towel tat I had placed on top of plastic sheet that covered my comforter. “I won’t cut anything except your pussy’s bush. I promise.” Using my bear trimmer, I slowly.