.. please. OH PLEASE!" You want me to whack your little pussy?"I nodded my head helplessly."Say it... SAY IT!" she hissed."Hit me." I sobbed."Where ba...y? Where should I hit you?" she cooed."My pussy!" I pleaded. "Hit my pussy!" How hard sweety pie? I wouldn't want to hurt you." she trailed the belt up and down my mound ever so lightly. I winced as a ferocious surge of desire swept through me."H... H... Hhhhard!" I stuttered. "Hard H... HARD! HIT ME HARD!" I begged.She leered mockingly at me and. “Yeah, for now,” she said.“You want me to put my other arm around you as well?” I said.“Haha, don’t dream!”“Okay, your loss.” I shrugged, smiling.She laughed and said it was fine if I did. So, I reached my left arm towards her and as I tried to reach over to her right waist in a sort of weird side-by-side hug, I rested my hand on her right boob.It took me two seconds to realize that my hand wasn’t on her waist and I immediately tries to move it down and apologized.“Haha you’re not really sorry. "Both women blushed. Constance opened her lips as though it was her intent to respond, then seemed to think better of it and contented herself by nodding her head."Now," he said, continuing his address, "I've told you of myself, with whom do I have the distinctive pleasure of dinning with this evening?" I am Constance Blanchart, and this is Carmen O' Daire, Captain of the Maidens Revenge, currently anchored in this very harbor."Carmen looked curiously at Constance. She had never thought of. That shy smile. The way her voice seemed to go a little breathless when she spoke to him. Sexy as fuck. And utterly unattainable.When Colin’s father had married Felicia despite their age difference, Colin hadn’t been surprised. David had always admired beautiful things. Had a mansion full of them. He was a collector. Oh, Colin knew David loved his wife in his own way. As much as a sixty-five-year-old man with multiple divorces could love a woman half his age. And it was clear Felicia cared for.