She moved her two fingers in, making sure they were as close together as she could get them, pushing them in as deep as she could. This time, as she p...lled them out of her pussy, she spread them apart so that they would stretch the muscles at the opening to her vagina.After a few minutes, she added her ring finger to the penetration. Three fingers, as tightly bundled as she could get them, going in, ... and three fingers, spread apart – stretching her pussy, coming out. Although she pulled her. I tried, but she laid the whip into my skin until I had reached a height that pleased her. The woman was a sadist and took great pleasure in torturing each of us girls there with exercise. It was like PE in hell. She was careful not to push any of us too hard, but keep us to the edge of fear with her whip. At the end, I was so exhausted, I could barely stand. The toast and coffee were long gone and my stomach growled with hunger. Nausea swirled around me each time I stood. “Pool time!” She. Not too lean, her legs perhaps a little on the thick side, but beautifully shaped. Her bum, a gorgeous curve only half covered by the slick blue material.She moved again, turning to face the water, and her small, firm breast brushed against my arm. I felt it's softness as it squeezed against the taut muscle of my forearm, saw the nipples starting to peep through the wet bikini top. I could feel something start to push though my swimming shorts too, but I hoped no-one would notice.Then she. "Well, what are you going to do about it?" she screamed at me. I detected a Yankee accent and wondered what a fine looking lady like her was doing down our way... driving that English car with Arkansas plates and the steering wheel on the wrong side."Got a phone?" I asked, emphasizing my natural drawl. A hard glare came over her face as she inspected my face for any hint of amusement."Are you doing that on purpose?" she yelled to make herself heard over the after-work traffic."Doing what?" I.