” With this she got a surprise and said, “You are very naughty.” Saying this, she tried to stand up but I pulled her to me and kissed her cheeks...and pressed her soft breasts. She was complaining to my kisses. Suddenly I made her to sleep beside me and started kissing her neck ear and lips with messaging her breasts. Her complaining slowed and she was silent then with shyness. As she was not wearing any bra her breasts were free to squeeze and play. She was then getting pleasure with my kisses. I always have a good time there, chicks in lingerie using different toys on each other while us guys normally end up fucking at least two others wives. I asked her if she wanted to stop by one of the sex shops on the beach and pick some things up. Of course she was wearing one of her favorite clubbing outfits, a tight fitting black dress that stops at mid thigh with stockings and heels. I loved how the dress showed alot of cleavage but somehow managed to stay up with all the dancing, yet she. There was another envelope on my desk. Actually there were no less than six.I plugged my laptop in and started it up while I pulled the accumulated goodies out of my pockets. I put the certificate on the corner of my desk. I would have to get a picture hook for it, although it was not that heavy. Maybe a push pin would do.I put the data chip over by the laptop and opened the envelope Craig had given me. Along with an official letter of commendation for my file, there was a cheque for $5,000,. .. fuck me properly. In my c... c... cunt!' (Phoebe still had problems saying the 'F' and 'C' words as she once called them)Her tearful pleas only increased my intention to bugger her.How she wept as I warmed up her tight little sphincter with my riding crop! The tears flowed even faster as I unrolled a thick walled ribbed contraceptive - marketed under the trade-name 'Ass Bustah' - onto my swollen prick, scant inches from her eyes.She was still begging me to 'spare' her as I parted her tightly.