However, there was two times where the girls would instigate a pretend argument and then just beat the snot out of each other until their tits were ou... or their bottoms were off.This would usually end in some people staring and smiling and others looking scornfully. No one ever rushed in to break it up. They just let the two girls go at it and it was over so fast. I think if there had been a knock down drag out fight that lasted a while and there was a threat of real harm then it would have. To the further amusement of his wife I made him admit that it wasn’t. To increase his embarrassment I also made him explain exactly what he meant, getting him to repeat after me “I can’t get my little white dicklet hard even when a hung black man is feeling up my wife in front of me”. Wendy smiled broadly when I told him that I was going to call him ‘limpet’ from now on because he was sticking to her even though he’d accepted that he couldn’t satisfy her.Wendy was clearly a bit taken aback when. I quiver, not knowing what he is planning to do. I can feel the wetness growing between my legs. Suddenly I feel the hard slap of his hand on my ass. The blood rushes to my head. I hear the swish of something in the air and then feel the sharp smack of his belt on the same spot his hand just hit. I raise my ass to meet it. I want more. The belt swishes again. And again. I feel the welts rising on my ass. He pulls my ass cheeks apart and hit the tender area next to my asshole. Hard. . She lowered her left hand to his swimsuit and felt him fully erect. She bit his neck. Then she took him by the hand and led him to the shower. They faced each other, their arousal apparent. "Give me your suit, Bernard, I'll hang it to dry." He turned to remove it. "I didn't tell you to turn, Bernard. I think you would prefer to do just as you are told." Bernard turned to face her, removed his suit and handed it to her. She looked him in the eyes before shifting her attention and staring frankly.