Finally they stopped, to my great relief. I lay still to then hear Mrs Hooper address us all. ?You will now thank your mistresses in the correct manne... for your spanking, starting with you slut 1.? I forced myself to say ?Thank you mistress for my spanking?. Each of the others followed suit. ?That was just a taster? said Mrs Hooper, who seemed to be the spokeswoman. ?You will now each suffer the cane, but first you will each beg for it. I will expect each of you to beg sincerely for six. But again although I had no idea where this line of questions were taking us I answered each question straight forward. It was after about twenty minutes of such and the tool to be barrowed long forgotten when they looked at each other and nodded. From there she asked if I’d be willing to aid them in the bedroom. They offered that they were not prudes and enjoy regular sex even trying anal once but it hurt too much. I laughed and said thank god for little favors, that drew an odd look which I. " Don't stop! Please...omg! Please don't stop." My breathing was labored, as I kept hammering my rod into her. She held on to my ass, inhaling the smell of sweat, feeling the massive cock slamming into her over and over and over. " Aaahhh!Aaaahhh! " She moaned. Violent orgasms were running through her body, her juicy pussy tightly clenching my pumping rod. She wriggled her ass aganist me, my hard rod spasming and jerking spewing warm cum over every surface inside her sensitive cunt. " OMG!,". As I move up between her knees to brush the sand off her groin I can smell her sex: salty and savoury like a mysterious sea creature. But now she opens her eyes - sparkling light-blue ones - and scans the ceiling. Her rosy lips open as well, and the words »Where am I?« are tumbeling out like ivory dice on the green felt of a gambling table. »You're not hurt - we had a collision - remember? Just relax! I will make you a cup of tea!«, so I inform her, annoyed that she had interupted my private.