That expression and muttering for me to not do more is cause for punishment. And trying to move away from the punishment,” I slap your hips again, ...his time harder, hard enough that it’s going to clearly leave a hand print, “that will only bring on worse. Now, if you are done trying to stop me, we will continue.” I wait, my hand poised to slap again, until you nod slightly for me to continue. I hold the pinwheel poised over your chest, directly between your breasts for a long. "It was the last thing I heard. Grandma slipped a set of headphones over my ears before turning out the bedroom light and closing the door. Music filled my head as I waited.Chapter SixIt felt like forever. I couldn't imagine what was taking them so long, but after a while, I noticed my hands were starting to get numb, and my arms were tired from being tied up over my head for so long. I had plenty of time to think about my predicament. I was not happy about being blindfolded, much less. This was what she wanted to hear and after a shower she made herself ready and put on a bikini to enjoy the sun.Around 15h she went out with John and some Bikers to the beach and lay their towels near the dunes. Beer and wine they had in abundance to make a nice sunny afternoon. Other Biker groups also began to come to the beach after their first party night and at 16h the beach was pretty packed.John took a towel and went along with his Biker slut to feel if the sea was warm enough to swim but. We continue to swim to the open sea next to conversation.She wants to help me if I get tired and we're floating in steam. We stop, and as I accidentally lean on his shoulder, what's wrong with him, and he tells me his thoughts. His hands were around my waist and the promise I was in my safe hands .Ok he goes on and kisses my neck but lies behind me. I relax, but I feel his erection because he is attached to me. I have to give him back kisses and start unplanned new experience. His messy body is.