She was dressed like me, in a sun-dress with bikini underneath, and very nice she looked too. We set off along the cliff path to Granta Beach (which r...gular readers will remember was where Sally and I had had some naughty fun, way back in Chapter Three). As we walked above it, we could see that it was deserted as usual. It’s not surprising, really, since you have to climb down over some pretty rough rocks to get to it. Most parents don’t take their kids there, which is all the better for those. "Yes, Ma'am, I'm your whore!"Another hit assaulted me, this time to my left breast. I groaned loudly."Good whore."I smiled. I liked being a good girl. The flogger made its way down again to my pussy. I was expecting a smack, but I should've known by now to expect the unexpected. She simply ran the smooth leather over the folds of my pussy. My wetness coated it and I felt my juices being spread around. Yearning for any touch on my clit, I started to gyrate my hips."No, no, no, little one," she. He introduced his family to her.Trisha began to explain, “At Parc Grove, we are an independent living community. You may know that we are owned by Mosaic Residential Management. Here, we have just over 70 homes with nine currently on the market. Lawn care, trash collection, and security are provided through the H.O.A. fee.”Trisha could not say it, but the vast majority of residents of Parc Grove were African-American. This was mainly due to the marketing efforts of Mosaic, a Black owned. Umm, surprise. Now come on, be a good boy for your little girl,” she purred and took him by the hand as they left the restaurant.He hadn’t been laid since that memorable night at the Master’s with Celia, Jim and Joanna, and he was ready for sexual action, although he had thought he’d try his luck with the attractive bartender at Café Orlin named Terry.But he was also a proponent of the old adage, ‘a bird in hand is worth two in the bush, ‘ especially with the kinky Carol and her quirky ideas,.