As we walked they both had their hands on her bum under her skirt as she walked between them. We got to their room and it wasn’t long before she was...stripped down to her pantyhose again and was helping them out of their clothes. They both stood there with hard cocks expecting her to suck them but she said not yet. She then told me to strip off too. I pulled off my tshirt, took off my shoes and then my trousers and stood there in a matching pair of sheer to the waist, crotchless, tan pantyhose.. She told him not to make a sound he was in shock ,and could not comprehend what was happening never mind talk he felt the cold steel of the knife run down his spine she cut off his briefs threw them away like a used kleenx .He felt her legs slid over his back straddling him she grabbed the hair on the back of his head with one hand, his cock and balls with the other.She squeezed his balls slowly at fist it felt good until she squeezed his balls it felt like they would burst in her vise like. As her first orgasm over-took her, her mind was confused mess, not now knowing if the pain was ecstasy or agony, love it or hate it she knew in her heart she was addicted. Terry realising the signs, gave the boy another hand signal and Cyril dutifully moved himself to her left side and struck her back, a red line instantly showing across her upper body as the belt bit once again, crack, crack, crack, red welts rising regularly, evenly spaced down the length of her back and her screams echoing. Time no longer mattered. We loved the sweatiness of ourselves and the slipping and sliding over each other. We fucked, washed and cleaned ourselves, and fucked again that afternoon. I had to laugh, after our second or was it our third fuck, she said, “I have got to have a cup of tea.” We both got up and she made a pot of tea. We sat and drank that and ate some more cake as we talked about how much we were both enjoying what we were doing. Then we both had another pee before going back to the.