She rolled over so her back was facing her mistress. She waited till she thought she was asleep and slid her fingers down to her cunt. She slowly star...ed to caress her clit as her need superseded following instructions about climaxing.Susan was expecting this and waited till she could see her slut's body start to tremble. She knew she was close. Susan slipped off her bunk and grabbed a belt from her dresser. As she tiptoed across the room, she raised her hand and brought the belt down across. She decided to go and be neighbourly and introduce herself to the new tenants, she assumed it would be a young couple as the house had four bedrooms. She crossed her drive cutting short her walk up the neighbours drive and knocked on the door. She was surprised to be confronted with a silver haired gentleman of about sixty-years of age. She immediately took a shine to him and she thought he looked refined and distinguished, in fact she would have called him handsome if it had not been such an. George walked me a little further through the village huts and away from the hotel. I could feel all the men's sponk pouring down my legs, running down my inner thighs and calves, and down onto my ankles and bare feet. I had lost my shoes in the barn.I was still very drunk and shaky from that unbelievable sexual experience. The tribesmen followed along behind us. We entered a long hut. It was quite dark inside and I could barely see. There was a slightly raised platform in the centre of the hut. From ten upwards (hey, that's another story now I think of it) I figure God kinda had the inclination to balance things up somewhere down the line. In the late eighties, early to mid nineties, I was the marketing manager of the Australian-based branch of a Canadian conglomerate. Part of my job spec, being closeted up in Sydney NSW, was a bi-monthly State Managers' meeting held in Melbourne. I always stayed in the same hotel – best remaining un-named I imagine. Suffice to say it is probably.