My red flip-flops and swimsuit matched my nails, but it was the white lace cover-up that swirled around my thighs like a short dress which made me fee... really sexy. Mark said he loved the tight French braid Bethany had done for me.Bethany was in her pale blue one-piece swimsuit and matching cover-up that almost perfectly matched her eyes. She wore white flip-flops and had her brown hair pulled back in a loose ponytail with a white scrunchy. I swear her ass looked amazing in her swimsuit. It was. She’s being assaulted from both ends and her reaction, her confusion, is priceless. So pretty and strong, Lillian shrieks and dances against the current, doing a toe dance she can’t win. Her ballooning, darkening tits bob upon her chest, squeezed impossibly tight by the wire bra. Her feet dance and skip. Her eyes spill fresh tears down her cheeks and still she’s howling miserably, pleading – screaming – for us to stop.Lillian’s feet leave the ground when the current hits again. Her tits stretch. Once Dave was balls deep inside me he paused slightly, adjusted his firm grip on my hips and leaned into me, and whispered, “Now I’m going to fuck you, my little gym whore.” Wasting no time he started to pound my asshole, driving his cock deep into me and retracting it so his bulbous knob is gripped by the entrance of my asshole. I lay there never wanting it to stop. I never knew a man could experience so much pleasure. The physical pleasure of being filled up by cock in addition to the mental. I was now Anna Dominatrix’s property and so happy. As I suspected Mistress had some entertainment planned for our guests. She attached the leash to my new collar and led her slave up to the bedroom upstairs, our guests followed. In the bedroom Mistress fitted cuffs to my wrists and secured me to the chains permanently attached to the ceiling. “Spread your legs slut” naturally I obeyed. There I was completely at my Domme’s mercy. I focused straight ahead waiting for the first lash of her.