Any attempt to steal it WILL result in prosecution. Plagiarism is a crime. ‘No! I can’t – I won’t!’ Darren begged. The burly body builder sq...irmed beneath his tightly clad leather bound mistress. ‘Yes, you will.’ Her voice was cold and distant as she straddled his chest. She teased him with her feather whip before commanding obedience from him with a sharp stinging swat across his heaving, sweaty pectorals. The arousal of his nipples told her he was enjoying this. She watched the thin welt mark. Oliver had a fascination ,at least he thought, with being spanked hard,it was this fascination that led him to pay a visit to the Monastery of Repentance.He cycled along the long,country lane that led to the Monastery entrance. Once at the entrance he cycled up the long,winding driveway to the monastery. He locked his bicycle to a drain pipe outside the chapel and followed a sign which was pointing to a door;the sign read; PENITENT'S ENTRANCE'. Oliver could feel his own excitement rise inside. Fortunately I had my bathing suit and t-shirt on my lap covering my hard on. I got up, mindful to hold my clothes at waist level and went in to change. I needed to jack off so bad but no matter how much I insisted she wanted to wait for me. I tried to get my mind off of sex and my hard on subsided. We spent the rest of the day swimming and looking around the resort had dinner, etc ending the first day.I wasn't looking forward to the night because I typically jack off to go to sleep and that's. I was enjoying the show and after sometime I noticed that her saree was not covering her boobs and the cleavage was before me to watch, as she had decide to leave the saree like that, exposing her boobs.I had a doubt , was it deliberate, But I was not sure. It didn’t matter and my eyes were glued to her breasts, with my dick swelling and rebelling under my brief.It was in July, season of monsoon and heavy rains. Power cut was a regular feature.Suddenly the light went off. It was pitch dark and.