He sensed how heated I was despite this lack of attention and wasted no time in turning me around and bending me over slightly. My small breasts becam... submerged in the water—my nipples, if they had not been already, turned into pebbles. I could feel his hard member behind his swim trunks; he pulled down my bikini bottoms before sliding his shorts down. I soon felt him at my entrance, after which he pushed against it to no avail—I was too tight and refused to give in to his throbbing rod. He. Just as I amabout to raise my hand, Ismeralda stands up causing me to roll off herlap and onto the floor. (There's a deep pile shag carpet in front ofthe 'spanking' chairs, just for this reason. A little toss to the floorshouldn't lead to a stress fracture.)'Stand up."I stand."Curtsey and hold it."I curtsey, even though I don't have a skirt to raise, I pantomime it.I wait. Nothing. Of course just as I 'relax' just a millimeter, theice water hits me right square center of my body. I yell. . Then I turned forward and lifted my waist a little and felt his wonderful bulging crotch. I wanted to feel for everything. See if I could find his balls then his pubic hair through the outside of his long johns. I tried to jerk his groin but could not through the stubborn fabric, though my cock was now erect and leaking pre-cum."Oh daddy. I want you to fuck me. Please." I whispered through begging breaths. I started to gently grind my behind against him. Just go up and down and my flesh between. “Hands behind your head,” she said. My heart dropped a bit, but I did so.“You seem to enjoy watching your wife be tormented. Is that true?” she asked.“Yes, Ma’am, I guess so,” I said.“You think it’s ok to get an erection while I torture your wife’s nipples and shove a finger in her ass?”“Um, no, Ma’am, I guess not,” I said. I wasn’t really sure what the right answer was there, but I suspected it didn’t matter anyway.“No, it’s not, of course,” she muttered. She walked over to one of the drink.