“If he strikes them,” I thought, “they’ll burst like ripe peaches.”Olga released Lynette’s hands. She did not replace the gag.Brett took a...thin whippy cane from the chest. “She shall receive ten strokes from the cane,” he whipped it through the air for effect, “directly on her clitoris.”I blanched.He turned to Lynette, “Your labia are so swollen that I cannot reach your clitoris,” he explained, “You are going to have to hold them open for me with your fingers.”“I understand,” she answered.With. ”“I doubt your team would have been in the game, Baby, if you didn’t make the plays you did out on the court,” Lynette’s dad added to my comments.“Ba-but we were just two bloody points from beating the best team in the province, and I just had to dive for that stupid ball. Why didn’t I just concede that play in order to stay healthy, and alive to play the remainder of the game?”“Because conceding anything isn’t a part of you,” I replied to my sullen girlfriend. “You’re a crazy, psycho player,. She raked her manicured fingertips across my shoulders and that was all it took. I shot my load deep inside of her as she cried out for me to give it all to her. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head.She reeked of tequila, but that was OK with me. She was hot and a great unexpected treat. I left her naked and trembling on the bed, as I grabbed my swimsuit, and quickly redressed and then I headed down to the fourteenth floor and the safety of my family hotel room.I showered while Maria. "How about we let you see us out of our bikinis?" Anya offered, raising her eyebrows.Derrick's mouth dropped."Yeah," Cassie said. "If you agree to play with us until Chad's back, we'll agree to play with you until Chad's back. That seems fair." Uh," Derrick stammered. His eyes widened when Ashley pulled her shirt over her head. Cassie and Anya saw Ashley's actions and did the same. None of them were wearing a bra."We'll even give you a good-faith payment," Ashley said, skinning her shorts down.