Pleasure and pain, you know I love it.Wish you were watching baby, he was so good, so fucking good blowing me and edging me while his lady blew him as...I watched in the mirror. I hadn’t had sex for more than two weeks, I was breathing very heavily and the veins in my cock were at bursting point. To add to my sexual pleasure I was teasing my very erect nipples while I watched Irena sliding more than half of Ben’s raging erection in and out of her pursed lips. Every time she took his erection back. I kissed her and grabbed her tits, feeling her hard brown nipples and seeing her sunkissed skin in the moonlight. She whispered ‘I need you’ and ran off again, back towards our clothes. I ran back, watching her perfect naked ass run across the beach, where in a matter of hours the sun will come up and dozens of people will lay out on the nearby beach chairs. Amber turned around at the place where our clothes were. Our eyes had adjusted to the moonlight, so we could see everything pretty. ?AaahhhEEEEahhEEE!? she screamed continuously yipping higher with each bite of the lash.The last foot of each lash had been coated in glue and dipped in sand, effectively turning each thong into a flexible file. It took almost no time for the whip to tear her last remnant of clothing to shreds.She spun and danced in agony and struggled not to choke herself. As she did he casually swung the whip at whatever bit of flesh she happened to present him with. Getting bored with the whipping but. Triad Naval Base. Mr. Belting, you are in charge of that particular phase of this war. What can you tell me?"Matthew Belting was fifty-eight years old and a third generation Martian of American descent. He had served more than sixteen years in the WestHem Navy, the bulk of it aboard Owls and their predecessors. He was an expert in stealth space warfare and had achieved the highest rank of any Martian in history in the WestHem armed services; that of Lieutenant Commander. During the Jupiter War.