After a few minutes I quickly reached down and unfastened the clasp of her slacks and place my hand inside. I could feel the lace of her underwear on ...he tips of my fingers. I began to slightly brush my fingers over the fabric right above her most sensitive spot. I could feel the little button respond, it was already completely swollen and erect and the area below was wet. My fingers slid under the lace of her panties and I was directly massaging her clit, occasionally reaching finger below to. The thrill of getting caught was intoxicating to Mark. He especially loved when she would not wear panties and bend over in the stores for him to see. He would slap her bare ass and play with her slit until she was wet beyond belief. Mark couldn’t resist taking her in the back of the store or a dressing room and licking her pussy until she cried out loud.Lisa loved when Mark would surprise her by videoing a slow striptease and sending it to her phone while she was at work. She thought he had. I decided to get undressed and take a stroll around to check out the campground. The problem was I had a hard-on. This would be embarrassing, so I wore short Levi jeans.As I started my walk, I spied naked men and women walking about. My hard-on only got worse. I took a lounge chair at the pool. The eye candy was amazing. Not that all the women were voluptuous. They were all ages, sizes and shapes, some with shaved pussies and others with thick bushes. But they all had an effect on my hard-on.A. She screamed out and tried to getaway.“Hold still, Slut. The more you fight it the worst it will be. Now, every time I spank you, you will count it, and say ‘Thank you, Sir, may I have another.’ Do you understand?”“Yes, Daddy.”“Good, now get ready as each cheek will get five swats each. If you fail to respond correctly, we will start over.”And with that, the first swat was landed.“One, thank you, Sir, may I have another,” was Jill’s response.“Very good, Slut, now let’s continue. Oh, one more.