John cups his hands round her bottom, feeling the firm shape of the buttocks, pulling her against his groin. The husband, satisfied that the first mo...es have been made promisingly. returns to his armchair in the corner. He delves into a bag and extract a camera. This is part of the deal with John. Meanwhile, the couple’s kiss has melded into a stripping session. The wife has been impatiently, opening buttons, belt buckle, easing him out of shirt, slacks, socks until all that remains are. Even then, the sleet was so thick that I would have missed the entrance had it not been for the flashing lights that said, "Vacancy." I turned into the driveway.The man behind the counter was Mexican, smoking a cheap Cigarette, and naked from the waist up. He smiled as the two of us rushed into the dry foyer, and the reason was obvious. On the rack reserved for the rooms, there was only one key, for the one vacancy. Lisa and I had made it just in time. Even as I started to speak, the man turned. WHACK! Oooohhh, he moaned, rocking back with the pain. After the third blow he began involuntarily sobbing. After the tenth he tried to stifle his crying. She noticed him try and paused, her hand with the makeshift whip upraised.. "Very good, Mr. P, give yourself a good cry. This won't take long now." Abjectly sobbing now, but not removing his hands to protect his exposed genitals now turning a hot pink under her whip, he felt his penis wilt. His erection wilting, she put. “I can help,” Marian suggested. “Yes, please do,” Vicky agreed. Moments later Vicky was undressed with her dress bra and knickers on the table along with Emilie and Marian’s clothes. Emilie guided Vicky to lean on the sofa and kneeling edged her face between Vicky’s legs. Marian sat down next to Vicky and putting her hand on to her cheek gently turned her face towards her. They kissed with Vicky’s tongue edging in to Marian’s as Marian caressed Vicky’s breast. Vicky gasped happily as she.