I fully expected to be penetrated just then.But no. A loud swish sound. What? "Slut, that wasn't punishment," I heard. "That was pleasure." Ten stroke...."I was confused. What? Then... crack! Yow! What was that? I wriggled, gasped. My arse on fire. Crack! Another. I don't know. A crop. A cane. Belt. Dunno. But it hurt like hell! Crack!"Stop, please," I begged. "Anything. Please."Crack. This was not fun. Not sexy. Not horny. Just painful. No. But for some reason, some deep reason, I didn't use my. Soon I stumble into our beach bags. 'Damn it.' I open my eyes to find my way through. I carefully pass near the bag with empty bottles of beer and other packaging rubbish. My hand touches a plastic bottle, the sunscreen. I remind myself of the moment when he rubbed my wife with this cream; back and front, every inch. I was just next to them, having a full hard-on.The bikini top is also here on the towels. He encouraged her to go topless and creamed her boobs, too. It wasn't Jenny's first time. In class whenever she used to stand near my bench, I took that as an opportunity and dropped things. I would bend down and smell her from the toes to her hips. She did smell seductive it was not the perfume she put on. But I guess it was the smell of her body that gave me a hard-on.This is what I do whenever I wanna get high in her hour. Once she asked me to carry a notebook to her staff room after her period ended. I took the notebooks and walked back behind her looking at her. I failed to. This would give them time to clean up before opening the restaurant to the public at 5:00 PM.During the conversation, Sol slipped into the kitchen and pulled out the best bottle of wine he owned, a Château Hurst 2134 Riesling Kabinett. Pouring a glass for everyone, he returned to the living room with the five glasses. After Maria finished talking to Lilli, Sol handed the glasses around. Then he raised his glass. "I want to wish the three of you all the happiness in the solar system. When I.