In search of the moment, She surely would treasure. But it wasn’t enough, As her hips rolled and rocked. What she really needed, Was a warm stiff c...ck. She panted and played, Wondering what to do. For her lover wouldn’t be by, For an hour or two. Her cheeks were now rosy, Her breathing quite quick, And all she could think of, Was mounting a dick. Then a noise from below, She thought she did hear. But her passion too great And she did not care. Her lover it was Approaching the door. Unaware. It was a three seater seat she sat in corner by the window me beside her her brother in the other corner.She was wearing salwar kameez I was in formal pant and shirt as it was almost 11.30 mid night the bus driver switched off all the lights and her bro was also slept.The cold air was blowing from the windows I put hand around her waist and inserted my hand in her top from below to which she felt anger at first den we she found nobody was seeing she was comfortable am I started fondling her. “Lets go down to the beach.”We started off with a nice early morning surf coming in. The break on the beach was nice and we made it yards down the beach on our boards. There were few people on the beach or in the water so we went almost from point to point, riding the surf for hours.Then we headed up to one of the old lifeguard stands and chilled under the cool shade. I unzipped my wetsuit to let it breath and we watched the water break along the shore. For a few minutes neither one of us. I think that Slave Boy tried to resist cumming but he was no match for my right hand stroking his cock. He spasmed, and let out a quiet "Aaaghhhh" as he started cumming. His wet cum started oozing through the lycra of the speedo. When his cock stopped twitching my hand was covered in his cum, he must have shot a big load inside his speedo which would have been one cummy mess.Now it was time for his punishment.In his ear, I told Slave Boy that I was disappointed he disobeyed me and came in the.