It was around 10:30 we realised that we dint have food so I said we will go to some restaurant and then I will drop her and she agreed. We started whi...e we were going she was holding me tight in my waist and I could feel her breasts rubbing in my body and I liked that feeling and I was thinking wish I could have some good sex with her, we had her dinner and I dropped in her house, she asked me to come inside and I told her since I had to finish the project I would need to come to office early. I began singing softly so that she would assume I was to distracted to care what was going on. I turned the music down as I watch my husband hands start to move under the sweater. She left out a soft moan, but loud enough I could hear it. ( I was only about seven foot away from them ) Her moan seemed hesitant, maybe holding back for fear I would say something. J smiled at Ashley and said, "It's alright honey, my wife loves when I pleasure myself with another woman, but she's not even paying. ”“Looks like she wouldn’t be against tapping you.”“Mmm maybe… Wow now that is sexy, no not the Lesbos, that.” She said, pointing at a pudgy, hairy man in a leopard thong.“Urgh!” I snorted. “So you had fun last night?” I asked, changing the subject. We lay on the smoldering beach, the soft sound of lapping waves permeating the shimmering air.“Stop asking me that… its just …weird talking about sex with you…”. A beach vendor with clinking chains and watches dangling over his arm came trudging. She walked to where Bragk had been standing."Well she won't feel it if you don't lay it on her. Get busy." Yes mistress," Jennifer said and raised the whip up. She brought it down, missing Trenka's buttocks and hitting the side of the rack. Before she could get into trouble she raised it up again and stepped closer to the bound Trenka. She brought it down again. This time the whip found it's mark, the bloody buttocks of Trenka. The girl flinched in pain. Jennifer set about flogging the slave.