.it was warm. It was alert. It felt like every inch of her moved, and her ass felt like it was on fire.The feeling was pain. “Whish! Whish! Whish! W...ish!” four more hard swats with the leather belt. “Ahhhh!” the gurl screamed. “What the fuck are you doing? Stop it! Stop it you fucking asshole!”“Whish! Whish! Whish!” The swats continued. “Fucking stop!” the gurl screamed. The swats continued for what seemed like forever, then suddenly, just stopped. “What the fuck was that? Let me fucking go you. I looked around and saw that everybody was having a good time, splashing around and because the feeling I was getting was under the water, I felt safe in enjoying it, no one could see. As it turns out it was one of the many jets of water feeding back into the pool, and I was standing against one of them, which was quite f***eful against my swimming costume. So, in order to maximise this feeling I pulled my costume to the side and let it impinge directly onto my clitoris and I had what I assume. I thought he had the appearance of a retired professional wrestler.It soon became apparent that Mia and her father both knew the men, greeting them with cautious smiles.I stayed back and observed.The rastafarian followed the large man a step behind as if he was the giant’s subordinate. Within range, the giant reached out to shake Yannick’s hand he then embraced him with sinister confidence. He did the same with Mia but left his heavy arm lingering on her slender shoulders for a moment longer. She turns her head. “Only if you join me,” she murmurs back before sliding slowly all the way back off the seat. Her eyes drop, unable to resist peeking. She exhales softly, watching the goosebumps break out where her breath tickles along your cleavage. That hadn’t been intentional. Not exactly anyway. But she loves the result.She stands, reaches out a hand to help you to your feet. Not stepping back as you do so you’re only inches apart. You’re taller than her and she’s smiling when she looks.