As I slide more of my cock into her, I started thrusting in and out of her. We stopped kissing and Becky said “Oh, I love it. I love the feel of y...u inside of me.” She was moving her hips a little underneath me and I sent the rest of my cock into her. She bit down on my shoulder when I did. Not hard, but I felt her teeth and she was biting soft, but over and over. Becky said “I have never felt anyone that deep in me before. Keep that up. You are making me so hot for you!” I was buried. These club girls were not looking for a quick helping of sex with the sailors. They were not available for short time love. No way. These girls wanted a sailor to buy them out of the club by paying the "Bar Fine." Then the girl would guide her sailor to her residence out of downtown Subic and into the Barrio. Usually a short Jeepney ride where the lady would take her man by the hand and with little talk, never let go of him. The negotiation to buy your lady from the Bar was an art form. In. She had previously bragged of her prowess in sucking cock, so I wanted to see what she had. I wasn't impressed. I moved her onto the couch on her knees and bent her over. I then began to spank her generous bottom with my bare hand. I was almost shocked at how she reacted to her spanking. While it stung, she was nonetheless very visibly and audibly aroused. Seeing her condition aroused me as well. This wench was loving her punishment! After 20 or so swats on her ass I had her turn over and sit. My Aunt slipped her arm across my shoulder and held me; a rare show of affection and most unusual in our family. But then, Aunt Georgina was herself unusual. She was a bohemian, a writer of feminist work almost before feminism had been invented, thrice married, twice divorced and once widowed and lived what my Father called a louche lifestyle in Belgravia. My Mother had died when I was three years old. A succession of Nannies looked after us until John went off to Eton at the age of thirteen.