He knew the padded bench well, he knew the pain would be intolerable at first, he knew he would cry like a baby as the women laughed, he knew he would...come under the cane in an act of total disgrace and supreme humiliation, offering the women divine satisfaction. He polished the bowl with his tongue and knelt, looking up at the woman who owned him as she sneered down, her breasts heaving in her tight blouse as she relished applying the cane. He looked at her and thought of how he had been. The bread itself did taste like cardboard, but the butter and cheese made it taste OK overall.I had another momentary flash of Birgit and me sitting down to breakfast each morning, sharing our plans for the day, being silly with each other, and being so deeply in love that nothing else mattered. I stifled the tears that I felt welling up while I finished the bowl of cereal and «filmjölk», two pieces of buttered toast with cheese, and two pieces of «knäckebröd», also with butter and cheese, all. We grabbed some loungers and ordered drinks.Lisa eventually laid on the sand for some tanning. Drew rubbed some lotion on her and she undid her top strap. She glanced at me and caught me glancing, trying to catch some side boob. She didn't seem disturbed. We continued to order umbrella drinks and we got along really well. I wasn't sure but I thought Lisa was gazing at me at times.Late in the afternoon we decided to call it a day and head to our rooms. We all got up and Lisa forgot (perhaps) to. “So much fucking better than my husband’s.”Veins on my cock were popping out just by making out with her. She then grabbed my hips and pushed me onto the sofa. Then she gives a spinning lick on the top of the head and suddenly takes it up in her mouth.“Holy shit! What was that?” I muttered to myself. The warmness in her mouth and the action of tongue and saliva were getting on my nerves. I quickly grabbed her head and pushed all of her hair behind her ear lobes. I tied them in a bun and.