His cock throbbed almost painfully, seeming to swell in size with each new thrust. He knew he would not last much longer in Cathy’s warm tight cunt....He stared down into Cathy’s upturned face, his eyes drinking in the agony so evident on her face. He felt as if he were drunk, drunk on the pain/pleasure he was taking from Cathy. At that moment, the Arab felt a curious detachment toward his act of rape. It was as if he were a spectator watching another man rape the blonde American rather than the. I was lucky that he held it in there for a few moments, allowing me to adjust. Then he started moving back and forth, ever-so-slightly. I groaned in pleasure, and for this my Mistress brought down the crop against my ass cheeks.I mumbled an apology but clearly it wasn’t enough.‘Lord Banford,’ she said, her voice loud and clear, ‘stop taking pity on the little slut and show him what it is to be fucked!’At this the supposed Lord threw back his head and laughed.‘Yes, My Lady,’ he replied, his. .. but the door to the pool was left ajar.I opened it, and I closed it, making sure it wasn't left ajar.Walking into the very well lit pool area, there was only one person sharing the space with me. Tony. Sitting on the edge of the spa he looked just like the photo he had sent through but this time wearing a classic black speedo brand speedo. Tony is big. A real man's man and if we still had lumberjacks, that is what Tony would be.He looked his full six and a half foot tall, outweighed me by. I’d lay with her for a while and very softly sing her off to sleep with a lullaby. I could always sing. It was my one talent in life, really. After she’d been asleep for a while, I’d sneak back to home and go to sleep, myself.There were close calls, but it wasn’t hard to roll out of her bed and lay still on the floor the few times her mom or dad came to look in on her at night. She was always afraid- terrified- we’d be caught. She enjoyed it too much to stop me, though. I was a cocky teenager.