In any case, it was Cassandra's idea to go whitewater rafting on the Middle Fork of the Salmon River in Idaho. Careful application of money had gotten...us not only a private tour, but also a female guide with a promise to turn a blind eye to any of our sexual shenanigans.That only half came true. We got our private 5-day tour. But Chrissy, our 25-year- old freckled hottie of a Midwestern farm girl tour guide, couldn't quite keep a blind eye to our sexual shenanigans.As I'd hoped, spending most. Everyone in the hall could see the large picture of Charlotte’s panty-clad bottom. Otto now inserted his fingers in the waistband and pulled, revealing to perfectly formed, smooth, white orbs. Otto now put his hands on these, pulling them apart, revealing Charlotte’s anus to the camera. After five seconds of this, Charlotte said: “Otto, please punish me now.” He let go of her cheeks, took a step back and raised the paddle. The previous weekend, all the boys had been trained to administer. Likes it a lot, huh?" Oh, sis, my dick just loves everything you could ever possibly do to it. You could do that forever." Oh, I bet. But wouldn't you cum if I kept this up?" Um, yes, and it wouldn't be much longer, either. Rubbing your beautiful boobs makes me want to cum all over them." Oooh, I'd like that, too. Are you cumming now?" I asked, pointing to the juice leaking from his penis. "I thought it all squirted out." No, Amber, that's just some stuff that comes out before to lubricate. I think he was afraid that I might still have some of his semen in my mouth and didn’t want to taste it. When he realized that it was long gone he kissed me more deeply. But only for a minute or two before pulling away and suggesting that we get back to the others. We rearranged our clothing carefully. Mr. White opened a couple of towelettes from one of his recent airline travels and we cleaned our hands and faces. Then he gave me some tic tacs, explaining that he had hoped we might be able to.