Several times Ann did this until Monica felt a warm spray spill inside her. Her anal canal filled as she clamped her ass bud tightly around Ann's cock... Ann whispered, “you're my Bitch now, I've marked you”. Monica smiled to herself saying, “yes, Ms Ann”. Ann slowly withdrew her cock from Monica saying, “hold it. Keep it inside. Can you do it”? She replied, “yes”. Ann's cock slid free and she turned Monica to face her, kissing her deeply. Soon, hand in hand they walked back into the office. For. ..I'd say ... drastic, wasn't it? Didn'tyou feel sorry for him? For what you'd done? You were deprivingyourself, too!" Of course! I felt terrible for him, Lisa! Just awful! But hehad to learn to stay true to his marriage vows, didn't he? So inthat sense I was helping him. Helping us, I was fighting for amarriage we both wanted, and I knew it. But as far as deprivingmyself goes, well Lisa, it turned out I was better off than ever! Maybe both of us were in a way." I see you have a wicked. All I had on now was my thong and the shoes. He left me briefly to walk over and pick up a workout bench and he carried it back set it down in front of the mirror. Then he picked me up and set me down on my back on the bench lengthwise. He took off his shirt shirt and I could see every ripple of muscle from his chest to his perfectly symmetrical washboard abs. He got down on his knees and kissed and licked my tummy and worked his way down. He tongue felt so good and I shivered with excitement.. We had some ‘typical’ British Fish and Chips for lunch, I thought that they were all right but Jon said that he’d had a lot better. On the walk back to the campsite we stopped at one of the hundreds of amusement arcades along the seafront. Jon gave me some coins and I spent ages dropping them into one of those machines that slowly push the coins over the edge. I think I just about broke even by the time I’d finished.Near the campsite was a bit of a fun fair that we had a look round. We had a go.