Looking down at her, I immediately chided myself for losing my composure with her. Christina was still child-like in some ways, and that was part of ...y attraction to her. I envied her ability to gain gratification from the simplest things. She was the type of person that all of us wanted to be, and I loved her for that.I rolled Christina onto her side and spooned her from behind. Holding her tightly, I realized that I'd loved her from our first date. With thoughts of a future with her in my. I was really tired now too, so pulled out, slid her under the covers and pulled her to rest her head on my chest. She was a limp noodle for a while and then she woke with a start.Ah nature is the ultimate wakeup call!After I heard her flush she came back to set an alarm for eleven P.M.“I will go out to start the rumors about your being available then and order you up some dinner from room service. You won’t have a problem affording it. By midnight you can expect a small crowd of fifteen to. The first stroke landed as planned. Parallel to the floor, evenly distributing the impact across each cheek. A pause to wait for any adverse reaction, then a second stroke. A third stroke, lower towards the crease between buttocks and thighs. A pause to check that the sob was just that, a sob, a signal that the beating was progressing reasonably. Then three more strokes, moving up her buttocks, judging the impact over the softer, more shallow flesh up towards her coccyx.She dragged in breath,. But I remained standing, and smiling, and “chatting”, as Ben continued his attention on my clit. Almost imperceptibly, Ben quickened his pace, and within seconds I felt an orgasm rip through my body. Ben’s hand, still busy between my legs, helped hold me up, and I briefly closed my eyes to enjoy the climax. I quickly opened them again, and took another sip of my drink to continue our “chatting” charade, as my pussy juices leaked down the side of my leg and Ben slowed his rubbing, before.