I start to grind my mound against the bed and he touches my cunt lips and I grind more . He is not pleased by my grinding so I am beat on my ass with ... hair brush several times. I forget that I am to count when ever he spanks me and he smacks me about a dozen times before he pauses to tell me I am a bad whore for not doing what is proper . So he begins the session of spanking again and this time I count for him ----1 sir ... 2 sir .. so on until he makes 15 . I am in tears under my mask . He. As one, the men pushed their oars out. A man she was not familiar with stood at the stern, a drum hanging from his neck."OK, you maggots! To the beat!" He brought a drumstick down, a low boom rolling up to her. The men, as one, began to row.They were off.James had forgotten how slow ship travel was.He hadn't been on many boats. His family wasn't the outdoors or fishing type. They had occasionally gone on tourist ferries and the like, traveling around a lake or harbor. He remembered one trip to. "His attention returned to the man he thought of as his best friend and to the woman whom his friend loved. His lips twisted in a grimace of regret as his eyes took in the desperate strength of their grip on one another, the frantic grinding of their bodies against each other, the deep throaty groans of Khalid and the light musical cries of Helen. As he watched, the pair began to sink to the ground, intent only on slaking their passion."Oh, merde! I had better do something and do it quick. She sat there for ten more minutes before finally getting out of her room and seeing that there was no one else apart from her. She went to take the shower and started getting undressed and suddenly the image of AHMED standing there naked came in her mind. She shook it off remembering it was a sin to think about it but all during here shower the only thing that came to her mind was that naked body and that dick. She finally got out and got dressed and started praying seeking forgiveness as she.