“You owe me something, don’t you, slut?”I shiver in fear as you reach inside your bag of torture. “Please, no, not that,” I exclaim. My eyes... widen as you pulled out a riding crop. “I did what you said, don’t.”“You dropped the chains and you screamed. Now I will give you a reason to scream. Make me hard again and I will fuck your pussy this time. Of course your pussy will be sore. Sore from the whipping I am going to give it,” you laughed, your right hand hefting the riding crop and slapping it. All these thoughts were making her more and more anxious.She needed the vision to think about this issue. It has been long since she got intimate with her husband and this was killing her. She was filled up emotionally and physically and she needed a release. A much-wanted release.In one morning after taking shower, she stood up in front of the mirror in her birth suit and gazing on her own body. She moved her hands all over her body while thinking about Ankit. A smile came to her lips on. Using the long lens forced me to consider the composition of my pictures, selecting and framing important details. It had also made some wildlife pictures possible. The receptionist at the motel had warned me there were bears in the woods. I would like to get a picture but had no intention of getting close. When she saw the large lens, the receptionist had also warned me that there was a nudist camp site nearby and the residents would not be pleased if I was seen pointing it in their. Among other beautifully prepared special dishes I had their lobster. It was so delicious! A chilled bottle of champagne washed it all down.The crowd from the restaurant began to slowly trickle toward the resort stage and festival building. Soon we joined the crush and probably a hundred or so sexy men and woman filled the various tables and chairs, benches and sofas.Drinks were flowing freely, and a six-man band played some soothing tropical music softly in the background. Apparently the resort.