She screamed and covered her breasts and her pubic area with her arms. When she did, Kevin laughed and slapped her ass so hard that it made me wince. ...he screamed again and he yelled at her to put her arms down.She looked at Steve. It was obvious that her humiliation had been increased about tenfold when she realized who my Master was, and that it was someone that she knew. Well, she didn't know him, she had met him. She knew who he was.Kevin ordered me to lie on my back and I obeyed instantly.. ’ ‘Of course you do. Relax now and let Greta look after you. This is what you want, no?’ ‘Yes, Greta, I want you to look after me.’ ‘And I will look after you.’ Her fingers ran through my hair and scratched the nape of my neck. I heard the whisper of silk as she shifted position and then she pulled me down once more to her lap where I found her legs open and I could feel the softness of her pubic hair under my chin. ‘Love my kitty, Kitty.’ There was a smile in her voice and I needed no further. And the beach wasn't too far away considering. A walk to the bottom of the street would lead them to High Street. They had been told that if they turned left and took the first on the right they would arrive at the sandy beach in a matter of ten minutes, twenty in total from their tent site.Sand was something they weren't used to, the beaches they usually frequented on the Kent and Sussex coast were generally pebble and not sand and on the trip down Roger and Caroline had found themselves. After lunch they decided to go riding. Bree and Shannon changed into old low-rise jeans and boots. Both wore old very short-cropped thin tee shirts that showed off their muscular midriffs and no bras since it was so hot. Then Bree got two six packs of beer out to take with them to drink while riding as the temperature was well into the nineties.While riding, they both easily consumed the twelve beers they had brought and were quite giggly, silly as well as pretty tipsy as they rode back to the.