Squirming and wriggling sexily. As much as the ropes allow. Straining to open my legs even wider. Beseeching. Begging. Softly moaning my need to him. ...ucking my hips.No response. Nothing. I can't even tell if he is still in the room with me. I moan again this time in loud frustration. Petulant. Pouting. It earns me a stinging slap to my left breast.I yelp in surprised pain. My entire body flinches convulsively. Tears flow, soaking the blindfold. Something brushes the fingers of my left hand.. It took us 30 minutes to reach the room and both of us were drenched in water by then.As soon as we arrived at the room, Manisha began removing her clothes. She said she hated being wet. She removed her shirt and exposed her pink bra for a few seconds before wrapping herself in a towel. I too started undressing, but the stunning view of her body sent the blood flowing to my cock. In no time, I was in my underpants.On the other side, Manisha had removed her bra and pantie and just had a towel. I picked her head up, her lips were soaked, saliva all over her face and tits, eyes glazed, nipples were purple, she was a sexual mess."Just enjoy your dildos Jen" I said "but no clit touching, we are almost there".God I wanted to fuck her, hard and long.We pulled in to the entrance to the beach and stopped at the check-in house.There was a great looking blonde w/big tits in a very skimpy bikini. She looked in the car, her eyes getting quite large. She stared at my cock, looked at Jen, charged. Her excitement grew as she walked the trail at a moderate pace, as did her arousal. Before she’d gone half a mile there was a noticeable darkness staining the crotch of her shorts and her nipples had swollen into small peaks that poked obscenely against her tight top. Several times she’d been startled, letting out a small gasp, by the flutter of birds in the branches or a squirrel darting across her path. It hadn’t taken long until her heart was pounding in her chest, making her breasts rise.