Again and again and again, his grunts filling the area like he’s moving something heavy. She’s speechless except for some small whimpers and moans.... He’s glad for the endurance training he took the time to do. Usually with a girl, he’d fuck them and be done, tossing them cash their way to keep silent and they’d never come back. But her… now her, he doesn’t want to let go. Nor does he want to stop fucking her. And he doesn’t have to, but he needs to get her inside so he can explore different. It was hard as hell and felt pretty good.We didn’t have any customers and I’d planned on sleeping in the room just behind reception so…I put him in that room then asked him to wait a minute while I grabbed a towel and lube; there was a bottle of olive oil in the kitchen 10 feet away. When I got back to the room he was on the bed wearing only a t-shirt and hard as a fucking rock. I quickly spread out the towel, got on my hands and knees then lubed us both up lightly. He was behind me in a flash,. She said why not terrace . Everyone does that & sex in night in terrace is like wow. But i was feared if someone catch us what would happen then. To this, i was stunned with my wife reply she replied, having sex fully naked in center of terrace were everyone could see us will spice the sex in our body & there is no way someone could catch up as it was 3AM when most of the people are in deep sleep. So, forgot that thing. & i agree with her idea & we went straight to my terrace as i am putting up. I’m told you’ve never been caned.?I shook my head in affirmative.?This will be good experience.? She began to very gently tap the topside of my breasts with wood. I gasped at the new sensation of heat which quickly turned to pain. Each stroke, no matter how gentle shook the clamps and pins, and I began to shake in my bonds. As time went on she steadily increased the pressure and speed of the strokes until I was being tormented at a regular steady pace. Sobs turned to screams, screams turned.