Eventually she would have to train Trixie to dothis.She made her way down to the pool gain. Who else? One eyebrow raised asshe saw a pair of twins, pr...bably in their mid-twenties... It had been awhile since she had been spit roast between two identical looking men...A couple hours later Daphne finally felt satiated. She slid her keycardthrough the door and entered. "Trixie?" she asked and heard no response.Was she asleep? She checked the bed and bathroom, nothing. And then shefound a note. She. I replace the headphone and walk back to the dressing table, running my hand up and down the various items, trying to choose. Time for a little pain I think. I pick up the riding crop and flick it in the air, testing the flexibility. You can’t hear the swish, which I regret, but you’ll soon know what it is. I walk back to the bed.The leather tip of the crop gently slaps the back of your thigh; each stroke quick, light and persistent. Slap, slap, slap, slap, six or seven strokes in quick. I'm gonna cum in your little tight cunt."We fucked and fucked and talked dirty until finally we both came at the same time. We lay there breathless and spent a few minutes before heading back to the Ranch, forgetting completely about our lunch in the sacks on the horse. These little lunch excursions happened about every-other day for a week or two. I discovered Mr. Miller loved to talk dirty and treat girls like sluts while he was fucking them. He was nice enough to tell me that it's not how he. His cock was similar in size to mine but he was cut and so felt different to my own, he pointed to the oil and I poured it over his cock and massaged his balls until he was completely covered and then continued to jerk him. When he told me that he was close to cumming I stopped and rubbed my oily hands over his thighs, and after edging him for around twenty minutes I gave him permission to cum. My hand gripped his cock and I started to give him a rough wank, he groaned and told me to stop but.