That night, Lisa and I decided to stay home and watch a movie. She wanted to watch 'Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade' for about the zillionth time, ...nd I was still so zonked and satisfied by that afternoon's encounter that I was in no position to deny her. When she joined me on the couch, I was gratified to see that Lisa had decided to wear something more reserved than the swimsuit she had worn the day before, just a flannel nightgown that went to her knees. I was feeling guilty enough for. When she raised her head, she left the tip of the ice creamslightly bulbous. “Problem, love?” she asked. “You do know that other people are watching, don’t you?” She nodded, lowering her head down the ice cream shaft again.Up and down, bobbing fast, making little moaning sounds in her throat.Then she stopped looking into her mans eyes, she slowing raised herbeautiful lips up from the ice cream shaft bringing her innocent lips,completely away from the now shaped. He watched me with obvious amusement as my mistress grabbed my by my hair and forced me to my knees on the floor. For the first time, I noticed that she was holding a leather whip in her hands. As Bob walked over and stood directly in front of me, she moved around behind me and said, "You know what to do, slave boy, so get going! And if you don't do it right, I'll be right here to make sure you do." She let the whip dangle before my eyes. I hesitated and was rewarded with a stroke from her whip. Her dark hair, pulled back against her neck only served to emphasize the graceful lines of her neck and how it flowed out to square shoulders beneath which moved two exquisite breasts. Now I was probably 40 feet away from her. Not exactly the best seat in the house, but it was almost like being there! What details were hard to make out my mind quickly filled in. She knelt down on the sand and examined it, and then I saw her smile. It wasn't a wistful one like when she picked up a piece of.