”“Yeah, yeah.” Sam drawled.They watched the waves for awhile. Tegan hadn’t bothered to put her top back on yet, and still had a sheen of spunk...on her chest. They remained largely unbothered on their patch of beach. A few people had wandered past them but this seemed to be people genuinely walking for their own purposes and no one had really glanced in their direction. The rest of the afternoon went by without remarkable incident. Tegan went for a brief dip, sticking to the shallow water without. I completely lost track of how many she had received so I just went by the color of her cheeks to decide when it was enough since that was what her husband seemed to gauge as well. When I finally stopped we were both breathing a little heavy. Whenever you are ready, we can take the pictures for your husband, I said. She caught her breath for a second and then said Maybe you should do just a bit more. Remember last time? He likes for me to be well spanked. Alright, I said, rubbing my hands. "Suck Mistress Helen's shoes," Karen said as she stood up. "Tell me if he stops sucking your shoe for even a second." Karen said to Helen as she raised the whip. With a swish and satisfying crack, the whip landed on his knicker clad arse. A second blow followed quickly and Cyril's head came up in a gasp of pain. Karen gave his thigh a hard kick, "Don't make me tell you again you useless fucking worm." The whip slashed across his arse again and again but Cyril kept his wife's shoe in his. A special contest will be held to guess the identity of Tony’s girlfriend. Film clips and sketches from the USAR Intercollegiate National Championships in which Tony was the bronze medalist will be on display.”“Holy shit! What’s with the big deal?” I asked as we looked over the invite. “I thought Bree was just having a party for a few friends. This looks serious.”“Maybe I shouldn’t go,” Lissa said. “I’m not sure I want to be in a contest to identify Tony’s girlfriend, especially if Bree is.