The thought of it made his cock strain even more against his pants and he started to wonder what else he could get her to do. If he could make her beg... How far could he push her. He had never thought of himself as the dominant type, but now was having other thoughts. Sasha's moaning was becoming increasingly louder which pulled him from his day dreams and back to the present. Specifically that they were still at school. "Sssh, keep it down" he said, while at the same time increasing his. “Come up here.” It was whispered so quietly and spoken so quickly, I almost missed it. I stood, her hand took me to her breasts and I rolled her nipples between my fingers. Her face softened as she looked into my eyes and took her climax. She came harder this time, more profound and louder. Pulling me in, she pressed the soft cushion of her lips against mine. I sucked softly on them and she dipped in again for another. “Hmm, you kiss well,” she purred a little breathless. She extracted herself. He had been joined by a much younger, and much larger man. ?I see you’ve noticed Pete? Clint chuckled. The giant of a man gave no sign that he was even aware of the conversation going on as Clint continued to explain. ?Pete here is my son, and he’s gonna help me make you into the obedient little boy bitch that you oughta be. Pete was 28 years old, 6’5? tall, and weighed over 300 pounds. He sported a heavy thickset build, not muscular, but incredibly powerful, with a large firm belly,. 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 I headed home to see Max. He does have one of those timer things on his food bowl if I need to use it, and his own little.