When the paddle moved away completely from her buttocks, Amaya nearly whimpered in fear. It was about to happen and though she had the freedom to move... she felt pinned down by the expectations of Wesley. The hand tightened in her hair and her; a slight distraction of mild pain.She was ready.The first blow was quite light on her bottom but still a shock. Amaya cried out as the paddle hit her and then instantly blushed. The impact was nothing and yet she was squealing like she was wounded! A. Long hours on crowded roads even though we left early. Finally we found a place in the shadiest part of the carpark. I helped her out of the car but she shrugged off my steadying hand, determined to walk alone to see him.I stayed back, giving her space, privacy, which is probably why I noticed the guys a little further away, some in uniform, others obviously out of it. A soft voice to my right, I’d not even noticed him, “Miss, please, no further.” I looked up at him, glanced at the group,. I was just about to open the window and shout something rude at them when something made me pause. I suddenly saw that Matt’s hand was actually down inside one of the cups of Sally’s bikini top, and as I watched he pulled it down and her large boob just popped out. Oh my god, I hadn’t expected that – he was a fast mover! Even from here, I could see her dark nipple standing up all stiff and aroused. He stroked the smooth curve of the bare breast, swirling his finger over the nipple. It crossed. “Is there something wrong with me?” “You grew like a million feet,” I exaggerated. “Well eighteen looks different than sixteen bro,” she laughed, lightly slugging me in the arm. “You look like an old man yourself.” “Ha ha, very funny,” I slugged her softly in her arm, not willing to hit her near as hard as she had hit me. “Well the rents are inside waiting,” she sighed, pulling the screen door open and motioning for me to enter hell. “Yay,” I laughed through a forced smile. “I am so.