Taking off his shirt and dropping his pants he exposed a huge eight inch cock. It was round and thick with stamina to match its appearance. "So..... ...re you gonna stick that in me or do I have to get on my knees and beg?" Amy asked, and she didn't wait for an answer, she took Jack's cock in her mouth and started sucking down on him. Amy was a sexaholic and could give one of the best blow jobs a guy could ask for. She had sucked his dick anytime and anywhere, including under Jack's work desk. He settled back and closed his eyes."Do you know who it was?" The voice rose softly into his consciousness. "I don't think even she knows, you know what she's like. She's done it with so many guys it could be anyone." He opened his eyes. Lena was talking with her friend Susan, who had apparently come back from the end of the garden to discuss something important. They were sitting at opposite ends of the sofa, their legs pulled up under them, Lena's bare toes, the nails painted brown, sticking. I hit her again. Again. Again. Again. I hit her again and noticed she stopped responding. No cries, no squirming. I pulled the belt back and held it. Her arms had fallen away from her face. I hit her once more, but all she did was moan, low and soft, the sound of air seeping through a corpse's throat. I lifted an arm and dropped it. It was like cooked spaghetti. I hit her again, just to make sure. Nothing.The idea came that I could tie her to the bed and whip her still more once she came. "The boat" was just an old canoe, but they'd never let us use it by ourselves before. It wasn't a car, but it was freedom. Sort of."Really?" Nikki asked, skeptical."Sure," he said, "I don't see why not."We eagerly accepted the offer. I actually expected my parents and Mrs. Cooper to veto the idea, but Mr. Cooper was locked in and we weren't going to let him forget it. Our moms buckled easy, once we promised to keep our life jackets on, and my dad was won over by Mr. Cooper's rationalizing, when.