I climb out of bed and throw my sheets off. The cool air wraps around my body, making my sensitive nipples rock hard. I walk across the hall and int... the bathroom. I reach in and turn the shower on. Looking forward to the steam. The hot water pricking my sensitive skin. Making my entire body feel as wet as my pussy. I can feel the air getting hotter, wetter. I step into the shower letting the water flow all over my body. Down my face. Along my back. I can feel it drip down my. ’ I said, ‘Yeah, it is.’ And she laughs. ‘No, Don, I mean in here.’ And she took one hand off me and flapped the front of her dress lightly against her breasts to show what she meant by ‘in here.’ I couldn’t help laughing. Of course. But I didn’t say anything. Didn’t want to offend Missy and stop this conversation! Who knew what direction she’d take it in next, right? ‘And I’m not crazy about green, either,’ she said then. ‘It’s all right blending in with everybody else up there, but enough.. She was saying “lick my cunt, get your tongue up my cunt you fucker”. Her language was filth but I loved it and started to lick her arse hole out. At this point she shut up and just moaned as I started to finger her cunt and jam my tongue up her sweet arse hole. Suddenly she screamed at me to fuck her and as I stuffed my cock hard in her cunt within two to three strokes I felt her gush fluid all over my cock and balls and literally soak the sheets beneath us……….fucking wonderful I though and. “I use a leather strap. And I use it hard. When I was a girl in Nigeria, that was what you got. The strap. Until you were screaming and your bottom was raw. The only way to make the pain go after was for me to rub myself, and over the years every time I got that strap I knew that half an hour later I would be on my own, rubbing and rubbing myself between my legs.When I came to England I heard that English men liked that sort of thing, that the whipping made them glow and they would have sex.