We use to look for secluded corner on the beach during day and after sunset, to get into a passionate embrace or kiss. Slipping hand under tshirt to f...ndle each other. At times people saw us kissing, but we were besharam now. The first night at that cottage was amazing.We were sitting in balcony after dinner and a small dip in sea. She was in a bikini which was wet. I told her “today I am going to shoot our story if you say” She agreed but said “but we will have the sound effect too, I am going. He was an asshole, who would use women and then go on his merry way once he had fucked them. Somehow she had become more to him, and he realized how deep he was in when she was the first thing he needed to see in the morning and when their schedules didn’t permit it, he was grumpy and uncommunicative at work. He had dreamed of her, and felt the loss of her in his soul. He was sure she had truly cursed him when he last saw her. He would wake and hear her shaking voice filled with hurt and anger.. .”Tammy looked at Chris again then stepped up onto her chair and pulled her skirt up over her legs and right up to her stomach. All eyes in the group followed the hem of that skirt as it rode up Tammy’s legs then past her thighs then right up to her tummy button. As those eyes travelled up those legs they all came to rest on a little tuft of black, curly pubic hair sitting atop a shaved set of outer pussy lips with one piece of clitoris poking out the top. They had all expected to see a pair of. " I'm sorry!" But mean works too."I paused for a minute, deciding what tact to take. "When Vonda and I first met you, Pyx, I told her that I thought you were a natural submissive and masochist. And I was right."Do you know what 'submissive' means?"Pyx nodded. "One who submits to another." That's right. You love to do what I tell you. Even if it humiliates you." You're my master." That's right. But only a submissive would let someone be their master."Do you know what 'masochist' means?"She shook.