I felt pure pleasure throb my veins butsobbed in a show of fear, my cheeks stinging with the delicious pain.When the sting in my cheeks became unbeara...le I started trying to getaway from her. This infuriated her further and she picked up herrubber-lined cane again and started whipping me anywhere she couldland it. As I cried for mercy, she shouted at me to strip quickly ifI wanted to escape the relentless beating. "Nanga ho ja jaldi senahin to aur maar khayega" I obeyed, jumping around and. She stood alone in the middle of the extensive strip of sand, breathing in the ocean air as she gazed into the sparkling distance, witnessing again the perfection of the place. She’d found her spot. To her left, to her right, nobody was even close, and with the slightest shake of her waist in the breeze, her sarong came loose. With a practised flick, her sarong flattened out into an almost perfect rectangle on the sand. She’d gotten good at the art of the flick over the last couple of weeks,. She was just working one finger in me, then two, at two it felt amazing, I couldnt imagine it feeling better, but there was still a cock to come and my prostate that hadnt been touched. She slid in a third finger, and pretty soon it was sliding in and out easily, it was ready for her cock.I sat up on the bed, and she stood infront of me, I began rubbing the bulge in her sweet cut off jeans, and it throbbed. She neerly screamed "its hurting, let it free please", I pused it through the leg of her. We were close enough that I caught glimpses down her blouse as she leant forward. I began to notice her more as a woman - not sure why I hadn't already. The fear of when I was caught, probably. She was quite pretty, her hair in close-up was wavy more than curly, now I looked at it. I guessed her age to be mid 30s, maybe 10 years younger than me. She had a nice enough figure, quite wide hips, but slim-waisted - I guessed she didn't have c***dren, although she was wearing a wedding ring. She.