‘Are you ok, miss?’ a deep voice asked me as I dried my face on a corner of my expensive jacket. ‘No, I suspect I’m not…’ I mumbled before...I looked up to see a tall, dark shape looking down at me, the police officer had returned. I looked behind the tall, dark-haired man and although I wasn’t surprised he hadn’t caught the bad guy, I can’t say I wasn’t disappointed. Perhaps if he had been caught I could have gotten some answers? Two strong hands took a hold of my arms and pulled me upright in. ‘I’m Hank.’ Feeling a little embarressed I returned the handshake. ‘Nice to meet you’ I replied. (‘Oh shit! How much did he see?) To make matters worse this guy was ripped. He could have pounded the shit outta me right there. Turns out there was nothing to be ashamed of. As we sat and chatted the late afternoon away we’d both admire the same group of joggers as they went by, both the women AND the men. As I listened to Hank’s bullshit stories I started to really admire his looks. Hank had. By lunchtime she had had a text from Daniel, asking her out to the beach next weekend, as Ben was at a football tournament and would be away on Saturday night. When she read that the woods by the beach were a perfect place for lovers to fuck, she was already going. She would fuck Daniel anywhere, she realised.Daniel meanwhile realised that there might be people there who would recognise him and start asking who the older woman was who was lying beside him in a bikini. He did not want the hassle. This naughty heat washed through me. I shivered at it. My cheeks burned hot.Janette held the newspaper in her teeth, her blue eyes staring up at us. The blonde slut whimpered. Kyra took the newspaper, a big smile growing on her lips. Her fur coat rustled around her, those round tits of hers peeking out.“Now, crawl to the couch and bend over it,” commanded my girlfriend. “You will stay like that until your punishment is over.”“Yes, Queen Kyra,” moaned Janette.The girl whirled around and crawled.