The pain was dizzying. I felt like I was being eaten alive by thousandsof ants, like in those African stories of native tortures. I writhed andmoaned ...oudly but I could not escape the pain. It was all around me, thewater feeling ten times hotter than when I had filled the bath. I weptmiserably and begged the Mistress to let me out. "Isn't it too hot?" she asked coyly, and I nodded, sobbing, and criedout, "Yes, yes! It is too hot! It burns, it burns!" With a look of triumph she began to. It was quite possibly because of her mixed blood heritage. In Indochina, or, for that matter, in Asia generally that was "the kiss of death" in social and family circles.She was too old to be the offspring of the late arriving Americans, so it was logical to assume the young Eurasian girl was the result of an amorous French soldier's long forgotten moment of pleasure. The very fact that Frenchie was just as comfortable in the language of diplomacy as she was in her own Central Vietnamese. Rebecca reached down to grab his dick and started stroking him. I could almost immediately see the pre-cum oozing from his manhood.Rebecca squatted down and put him in her mouth. She sucked him for about a minute and then guided his dick to where it pressed between Carol’s pussy lips. The thick black monster slowly disappeared inside my wife. Darnell’s thrust gradually increased. Rebecca stood up and walked over to me and kissed me on the mouth. I could taste the pre-cum she had on her. I kiss her tenderly on her neck, smell the perfumed skin cream she used to moisture her dry skin and let her go.I focus myself on her shoulders and see her bra strap is twisted. While I untwist her bra strap I stroke her buttocks and grab the paddle. She holds her breath and closes her eyes when the leather touches the skin of her behinds. When I caress the red on her buttocks a little sigh of pleasure escapes her mouth. She straightens her back again and improves her posture.I caress her skin.