” He said in a hopeful tone of voice.”We could grab a coffee and go back to the room? Maybe find something to do until it clears up.” He smirked...I looked at him and pouted then said softly.“ You can fuck me later Mr Horny; you won't die without it for a while, and anyway good things COME to those that wait.” I emphasised the word “come” teasingly and watched his face grimace.“Ok, Ok. You win. But It’s no fun having this lump poking around in my pants. You will be getting a good seeing to later,. “This whipping arouses you slave?” I ask, already knowing the answer. “Yes Master,” you say to me. I do not reply, simply whip your pussy again. I see the reaction in your face, as I send an additional two strikes between your legs. I watch as you slowly come down from the five strikes to your ass, and five strikes to your pussy. I walk back over to the wall, after setting the whip down on the table. This time I remove a vibrator from the wall, and walk back in front of you. “You have earned an. He was no strongman, buthe exercised enough, riding his bike, pick-up ball games, the usual stuff,that there wasn't an ounce of extra fat on him. "Now to find that blonde inthe thong," he said and walked towards the door.Then he remembered about the shower. 'What the heck,' he thought. Heturned it on and got in. It was nice, with a pulsing head that he wishedthe shower at home had. He closed his eyes to enjoy it, so he didn't noticethe pink mist rising off the water.He turned off the shower,. She had a small orgasm, nothing like those wrenching cataclysms she and Ben shared, but she smiled gratefully at me."Feel better, now? Andrea, you can't follow me and Ben around like a puppy, or a human douche bag, waiting to slip your tongue into my pussy. The two of us fuck all the time. You'll just have to wait until we get home, and then I'll explain things to my husband. But he's not here, remember?"I had no choice.We wore every outfit we had bought for the weekend, and Sunday night as we.