.. there are some fancy prizes to be had for those who are willing to take the plunge?”He was guiding me back to the dining room; a few of the other... had left, most likely for the bedrooms, I thought! My legs felt like jelly as he led me over to the tub, encouraging me to bend over the edge. I wasn’t that drunk as to be unaware of what he intended, yet still, I dived for the bottom, hands scrabbling around in the soft bran for the prizes.Before I could get up with my prize, I felt a sudden. He was driven to put on an erotic show for his audience, knowing that Lisa's husband, Matt, would probably be one of his viewers. Marc had texted Matt the site's address, intent on humiliating Lisa's husband and ensuring that he would have a miserable flight back from London.Marc smiled to himself as he bent down toward Lisa's perfect breasts, taking her left nipple gently between his dark lips. He licked it lovingly, waking her from her brief slumber and bringing his lover to life.As Marc. But there was one particular beach where they never hang out on. It was a beach that was close to a cliff that stood beside it and towered over it. From the beach, people could walk all the way up to the hilly woods, until they finally reached the same height as the cliffs.As the story goes, those parts were supposedly haunted. Charles and his gang had cycled all the way to that same beach next to that cliff but dared not cycle all the way up the hills. All they knew, or rather heard from. Such a responsive slut to every pain and humiliation I have given you today. Now hang up the towel and go to the mirror again. He watched her move into place. Freshen up your hair and make up. While she did this he watched her and stroked her body. Good pet, now spread your legs a little for me, and I will fill your needy pussy with this dildo before you dress again. He picked up the larger dildo from the counter and showed it to her as she silently moved her legs apart. Now see even after.