“Sluts should know their place. I didn’t say get up and masturbate. You can masturbate on your face and knees” your husband said angrily. Again,...you replied quickly, this time you leaned your face forward and reached back with your tied hands to toy with your pussy.It didn’t take but a few seconds before you were gushing over your fingers, and again you felt the sting across your back from the whip.“You should ask permission to cum first, slut”.“Yes, Ma’am” you responded. Resigned as you still. Then she shivered a little, opened her eyes and look at me. She nodded, letting me know it was good. “Keep going baby,” was the first thing she said. “Keep going, cum for me. I want to feel you cum inside me.” The combination of her words, watching her cum and seeing my cock slip in and out of her was all it took. I was almost surprised at how close I was to cumming, so soon after the first, and right up to the final few strokes I pounded into Megan. I watched her face as I came. Her eyes. Public nudity at a clothing optional resort or beach does not equate to sex, but the two are not mutually exclusive either. You learn quickly that ogling is not encouraged, erections are relatively uncommon and discouraged (just roll over on your stomach if you’re sun tanning), and sexual talk and innuendo may be grounds for being evicted. Having said that… well people are people and most of us have some kind of sex drive if we’re normal. I had a nice visit with Mark that seemed to bore Jenny. Oh! And we need to get you guys over to the studio to take glamour shots for the web page as well; we have you scheduled at two o'clock." Glamour shots?" asked Jack. "What the hell ... excuse me, Sir..." Jack turned to Deuce Hartwell, blushing at his close call with swearing in this business environment with people he had only known for more than a few minutes. Recovering quickly, Jack continued. "What do we need with glamour shots, and how do OUR pictures figure into a web page for.