He was about 50. He was very tanned and clearly sunbathed naked on a regular basis. At first we paid little attention to him. However, Mr V noticed th...t he was constantly looking at Mrs V. Moving between the two sun beds he had booked to get a better view of Mrs V's pussy.The man had been there about an hour when he got up and went for a walk towards the dunes that were behind us. He was gone for about 10 minutes. As he returned we could see his cock for the first time. Whilst it was not. ” He tried to tick them off on his fingers. Anger, greed, um ... wrath?”Karen spoke up in a soft voice. “Pride, envy, gluttony, lust, wrath, greed, and sloth.”“Right,” he nodded. “Yes. Thank you, Karen. I’m not a Christian so I’m not too familiar with all of this nonsense.”She nodded. “Many here claim they were not of the Christian faith. That did not save them when their time of judgment arrived.”“And isn’t that a very curious thing?” Logan mused. “What of all the other faiths in the world. Can I have your cock please? I'm on fire and I need it!" Oh, you need my cock, yeah? Where do you need my cock most? Here in your pussy?" As I asked, I gave her a squeeze. "Maybe here in your ass?" I rubbed my slick fingers against her anus, illiciting a moan. "Or do you want to taste it?" I stuck my pussy soaked fingers in her mouth and let her suck my fingers clean of her juices."I want… I want to taste it. I want to swallow your cum while you lick my pussy clean."I turned the shower off and. Jessica had never been to Mardi Gras, but she imagined it must have been something like this.What caught her attention most of all were the parade goers in leather and latex. Studded leather bondage harnesses. Full body gimp suits and cat suits. Masters and Mistresses in gleaming rubber leading their obedient slaves by the chain through the streets. This, Jessica was tangentially more familiar with, for she had harbored hidden desires for many years. She had fed those desires whenever she could.