But it did not quite depart. The pain had stopped, her breasts, now bright red, smouldered. The mist cleared from the slave’s eyes and she looked up... but at that moment the mistress brought down the last two strokes in quick succession. One on each of the slave’s swollen nipples. The pain rocketed through the slave’s body and her whole body stiffened and she swayed ready to pass out, but she remained standing and the mistress smiled.“Your pain is nearly over now,” she said, “there is just one. He smiled big and sat back back sipping his beer. In the next half hour all the guys had arrived and they were chatting and drinking. I was beginning to wonder where Andrea was and I was about to go inside to get her when she came walking down the walk to the pool. She was carrying a big platter with snacks on it and she was wearing the bikini she suns in. It's made of real thin nylon and when it gets wet it almost disappears. I knew then my little plan was going to work. Andrea said guys I. I panted, wondering how the fuck I was going to take his cock; and it wasn’t even fucking hard. I yanked my head back to focus on Colonel Jefferson and stared at his developing cock as he massaged it with his hand. Vertically, his cock must have been eight inches in length; that is, eight inches and pointing vertically downwards. He wasn’t even hard. I watched as he stroked his cock. I saw the developing smile on his face as he realised my dilemma. Sergeant Major Dunster was fucking my arse. Fully clothed Jill had always caught my eye, but virtually naked she was stunning. The only fault was that with two c***dren her tummy had stretch mark scars, but she obviously had worked hard to tone up, because there was no looseness to her skin.I had pictured us chatting first to relax, but Jill and Tom had other ideas, she led me into their lounge, where Tom was waiting, and naked but for his boxers. He was sitting on an armchair. Jill stopped in the middle of the room, about five feet in.