Wouldn’t you agree?”I nodded yes.“You can stroke yourself as you watch,” he told me, “and anyone else who wants to can as well,” he announ...ed to our audience.He began flogging her butt with his belt, and I noticed several men unzipping and taking their cocks out to stroke as they watched. At the same time Steve continued his fingering her pussy, and Trish’s moans grew louder.My own cock was growing hard as I watched the scene unfold. Bobby’s strokes grew harder, as did Steve’s thrusts with his. Linda now placed herself in position over his knee. It then started steady crisp smacks to one cheek then the other. Now the reality of spanking coming back to Linda after one year she squirmed a little. Linda knew that this spanking was different to all the others she had had. Although the smacks were crisp they were not as near hard or as fast as before and she still had on tight cotton knickers, before these would have been taken straight down and her bare bottom smacked hard and fast. Maybe. Romantic? Yeah, I guess so.Whatever, the semi-dark was a good excuse to continue holding hands so we wouldn’t get separated. I was tempted to try for some making out, but an arguing couple suddenly loomed out of the shadows, and totally broke the mood of being alone on a deserted shore. We strolled back towards our cars, the cooler evening air making me wish I had a pullover to offer to wrap around her shapely shoulders.Another goodnight kiss on the lips concluded the evening all too soon, and. Seeing the chubby blonde stirring the soup, Sharon must have decided Jill was having too much fun.“You little slut!” she called out good-naturedly. “You better not get yourself off until we let you.”“But, I need ….” Jill trailed off in an agony of indecision, her hand frozen in place.“Remember, you’re being punished. You can touch yourself, but no coming, or you’ll pay for it!”“Ooooh, shit,” the blonde wailed, denied release when she needed it most.“Go on, Dave!” Sharon said. “Get that meat.