She closed her eyes gently and started telling me that she was widowed soon after her marriage and since then she had no sex. She used to dream about ...aving sex but couldn’t.She told me to massage the entire pussy. I dipped my hands in the oil and gently spread them across the pussy. she told me that she loved how tall and smart I was, and also that she had dreamed of us both having sex. She never wore any under wear, her nipples were pushing through her light blouse. I sprinkled some oil on. She needed release, and needed it BAD. I promise, sir, I will never, ever make this mistake again, she stated obligingly, reaching her hand down to her wet pussy. As she began to finger her clit, Toms voice broke in again. Good girl. The last 5 then CRACK! The belt crashed down on her ass. All she could do was moan, and rub her clit faster. Knowing the state she was in, Tom decided to let the counting out loud slide. After all, the moans escaping her after the sound of the beating was far. Inside Tony's hotel room we dropped our towels and he offered me a scotch. My mind was on one track so I declined but Tony suggested that from his experience, I should have a swig or two of scotch if I was going be fucked by him.I don't think scotch was necessary but being social, I let Tony pour me one.While I enjoyed my drink, Tony was going through the suitcase on the table looking for the tools we'd be needing. When he found what he was looking for, I got up on the bed.From the look of the. Her hair just seemed to stop short of her lips, stopping just above her clit. Her inner lips flowered wildly, and at the time, were folded symmetrically. Her inner lips were tipped with dark brown coloring, but the inside of her wet, luscious lips were a bright pink. It looked good, downright fuckin tasty. Her pussy was large enough to fill my palm; which is nothing to laugh at, I have huge hands. As I watched her, she tried to giggle, but only shivered again, as my hot breath cascaded down her.