Her whorish moans flowed around me as I enjoyed my brother's hungry tongue exploring my pussy.SMACK!“You're going to be my whore!” snarled Mr. Arm...trong. “I'm going to control you!”SMACK!“Yes!” the slutty wife moaned. “Yes, yes, yes!”SMACK!I shuddered, my pussy clenching around my brother's probing tongue. He thrust it into my depths and stirred it around. He gave me such wonderful delight. This amazing bliss flowed around me. I savored it. My eyes fluttered as the rapture swelled and swelled. One in particular, one of our regular stewards, was a real hunk. In one of our short conversations, I learned he had completed two years of college and was working for several seasons to earn enough money to complete his final two years.He also was a consummated flirt--at least with me. I encouraged him. I just liked him. I told Sam about how the steward, Simpson, and I flirted."Yeah, I've noticed, Sandra." You're not jealous are you, Sam?" With out history this past year? No way. I enjoy. . He wanted to observe my being flogged , first by Val then by Stu so he sat back on the nearest settee with his whiskey and suggested she start with 50 lashes , it had been just on 2 weeks since I'd been flogged last , with every lash that cut into me I cried out with pain but also pleasure , how I loved it and he also sensed the enjoyment I was getting ; made comments how he liked seeing my body thrash around and jump under the lash but he wished to see more ; and under fear of her breasts. Two girls got out of the back. They were both small, dressed in miniskirts and both damned good-looking little chicks. One had brown hair and the other had red. The redhead was so heavily freckled Max could tell it from this distance, and through the window screen. She was still cuter than a button, though."Which one is your sister?" he asked Julie."The one with brown hair." The one with brown hair was really the better looking of the two. He looked at her for a moment before the similarity hit.