Things were getting harder to juggle.“Damn, Will, you need to find a bitch for your poor dog,” Matt said, laughing.“Yeah,” I said. I was onto ...t already.Unfortunately that was not the time, so I had to take my hand away as soon as Baxter started thrusting his hip. The dog wouldn’t give up as easily, so Matt grabbed my shorts and pulled them off further. “Take these off.”As I clumsily took my shorts off while still sitting on the sofa, Baxter tried to mount me again. Swiftly, Matt grabbed them. That was OK, we were tired and it didn't look like we'd have trouble sleeping.After our shift, we went and showered, and then most of the crew went to the bar for a drink. Yes, the owners had stayed on and were running an open bar, although we were limited to two drinks. I didn't feel like drinking, so I sat outside my cabin, just taking in the air. As I was sitting there Charlotte walked past, headed for the bar. She had taken some time in the shower and was dressed in her dress uniform. She. Among those things was a horse-hair fly whisk. It would make a super swishing sound but hardly do more than tickle her buttocks.Richard spent much of Tuesday morning rootling round in the attic. Inevitably he found plenty of digressions: photographs, letters, diaries and even an exercise book with a short story by his mother. He also found the fly whisk and it did indeed make a thoroughly impressive swish. He tried it out on his forearm and, sure enough, it stung slightly but left no more than. "Eat her pussy now, or I will start whipping your tits even harder."Debbie suddenly felt Beth's tongue inserted into her pussy, and soon was working wonders on her clit.CRACK!Debbie was crying now."Thirty! She sobbed. "May I have another?" Well, since we are now into overtime. I think these two girls should share the blows. Every other one will go between her legs and should land on the Cuntlicker's tits. I will continue this until whipping victim orgasms.CRACK!Debbie felt the whip go between.