A man and woman were standing next to me talking and laughing about the selections. With all the lite beer on display, they joked about there not bein... any real beer for sale.I chimed in, "Yeah, I like a beer with a little heft myself. You might want to try some of the microbrewery ones."They smiled warmly and asked me if I was from around here, explaining that they were from Canada and didn't recognize most of the selection. We chatted some, I told them what I could about the different beers. Jasmine was feeling bad about that, and especially about having to leave all her boyfriends behind. She was considered to be a "little wild" back home in Savannah, GA."Just because I like to have sex with whoever I want is no reason to hang labels on a girl." Jasmine thought as she opened the metal gate to the pool, "I guess I was a bit wild compared to the other southern girls." She smiled, thinking about the "Southern Bells" and all their prissy rules.Rules didn't apply to Jasmine most of the. “So angry. You are so angry.”“I hate you.”“Of course you do.”He walks away to one of the walls. I watch him walk by a series of riding crops hanging off of hooks. He caresses one. I tremble a little. A trill of fear goes through me. But he continues on.He pulls a black scarf off the wall and d****s it over his shoulder. He turned back, smiling. Shakes a finger at me, “I know that look. You’re up to something. Going to kick me?”I blink and he laughs, “Suzy, you aren’t the first one. I opened the door to see Mary on her knees in front of him while Rick’s leaning against the wall sans towel my wife going down to the root on him making slurping noises and I just know she was working his shaft with her tongue the way she does. I walked into the room already getting hard Lost my towel and walked over to them Hiya I said She took him out of her mouth and in one movement took my throbbing cock in the next Stroking him as she worked mine. Now this next part is a first and.