That won’t be necessary,’ she said hastily, trying to cover her dismay. ‘I’m sure I’ll manage.’ A smile flickered across Matt’s face. �...Are you kidding? When did you last go to the farm?’ ‘Just before Christmas. I would’ve gone again but he kept finding reasons to put me off. Of course, now I know why. I phoned him–or he phoned me–every couple of weeks or so.’ She stared at her glass, twisting it between her fingers, guilt washing over her. ‘But I should have gone, shouldn’t I? I should’ve. We laughed and just halfheartedly looked for them, but they were nowhere to be seen. She asked how she was going to get back in the boat and we told her we would help her in and not look. We each took a hand and pulled her into the boat, naked from the waist down. She told us to look away but what teenage boy wasn’t going to peek. Once in the boat, she reached over to grab her shorts and I got a glimpse of her tight round ass and the gap between her thighs revealing the lips of her pussy. She. And I did as she thrashed my ass with this leather belt. Fucking turn her over, she said to some other women, who roughly turned me on to my back and then held my arms and legs wide apart. The leather belt now came down again, this time across my tits. I screamed out loud again but my nipples became even larger. Some of the other women joined in, whipping me across my thighs and between my legs. I writhed and arched my body, and struggled against the hands holding me as the belts made contact. I realized that now so was I. Knew that it was their apartment that would hold most of my attention over the next eight months.I hadn't slept with a slant in over thirty years. As I watched Miss Samantha Woo I knew I would soon. I was crazy hard. Masturbated again later as I watched Miss Woo unpack her underwear. Frilly laces and silks. Thongs and briefs. Boy shorts. In every color of the rainbow.I was fifty-eight that fall, a six foot two, hundred and ninety-five pound man who still resembled.