She did assure me that no matter what, she'd always be mine, and she would never leave me.Rewind to our times at the beach. In South Beach which is to...less, but not completely nude. One day she struck up a conversation with a woman, who was there with her partner...another woman. They, of course were Lesbians. My wife and her liked each other immediately and sort of stuck together for most of the afternoon. Before long, we left the beach for the day, having agreed to meet later and go to. We'll make the announcements on Monday." Sherry is going to be very happy," I answered. "She thanked me for helping to set this up."Camille smiled and walked over to where some of the other cheerleaders were waiting. I knew better than to eavesdrop, which was unnecessary anyway due to Camille's assurances that Sherry would be on the team.I walked out to the parking lot and found Sherry. She was sitting on a bench with a good view of Camille's car. I approached the bench and asked, "Mind if I. " I know, but-"Suddenly Billy had his hands under her sweater. They slid up to her bra. He squeezed her full tits through the fabric."I want to feel them in my hands," he whispered."Billy, don't!" Randi whimpered.But Billy was too far gone to stop. He crushed his mouth down on hers. His tongue stabbed between Randi's lips. She gasped and squirmed but was unable to escape from him.Billy pulled her sweater roughly up over her head, biting and kissing her smooth neck. His fingers tore at the clasp. Zofeya continued to sob and sniff as the retired teacher took the piece of leather back over her right shoulder.“Smack!”The girl swayed but was held in place by her mother.“Smack!”Another swipe with the strap caught dark-haired Zofeya across the tops of her thighs. Pauline returned the strap to her shoulder and sent it down once more.“Smack!”The strap caught the eighteen-year-old higher than the other strokes across the fleshy part of her bottom. Pauline ignored the shouts and sobs and pleas.