"Yeah I was just taking a morning dip, hold on I'll come ashore." Jack started swimming to the shoreline and stood up to walk on shore. That's when I ...oticed he was not wearing trunks."Where's your swimsuit?" I asked. Jack looked down at his nude form and smiled "I never wear a suit when I swim, I let my boys swim free!" he said lifting his arms and flapping them as if they were wings. I tried to look away but for some reason my gaze fell upon his member. I was transfixed on the 8 inch dong as. The following ten lashes also hit his ass hole and he felt that it was swollen and bruised. He was crying in pain and humiliation now but he knew he wanted it- he had never felt this hard before. ‘Stand up and face me’, she ordered. ‘Yes mistress’. Four lashes hit his nipple clamps and he felt he might faint with pain but he struggled to remain standing. ‘You only have one more to go’, she told him. ‘Yes mistress, thank you’. The last lash was not as strong as the others but it hit his hard. This group is more diabolical then that. They mount the women.No, No, No. Not stand on them. They physically pour themselves insidethe hapless victims. They then are able to posses them. They make thewomen have lots of sex and party.How do I know all of this? Because I am one of them. Hahahahahah.Chapter 2 Zack's story.There are some rules to being a hopper. First off no one can tell youare in a mount, unless you pass a mirror or a picture is taken of you.Another hopper can tell when you are in. Fondling my sex in the peripheral of society.I risked a glance over my shoulder, ensuring the women behind me were still immersed in their talk. My hand moved a little faster, then, came to an instant halt when the little bell above the door rang as someone entered.In the brief moment the door was ajar, the smell and sound of rain filled the room. He was tall. A gentleman dressed in a wool coat, black scarf hanging over his broad shoulders. I picked up my mug, other hand still buried deep in my.