Even after showering, Mavis' mind felt saturated with Miriam's brandy; she was woozy and sleepy. She felt that Phil wouldn't call again, would be home... on Monday. Bare, she slipped into the unmade bed, resolved to sleep through the rest of the day and the night. She would decide tomorrow how to counter Miriam's threat to expose her past and force her to engage in sex with hers and Connie's husbands. She sensed that Connie and Miriam didn't want Phil to fuck them nearly as much as they wanted. On his feet, Zac retained his tan combat boots, and thick beige socks. The boots scrambled for grip on the rough desert track. What was hurting Zac, beyond the physical exertion of the run, was the leather cord tied tight around the collar of his ball sac. A leather cord attached, at the other end, to the rear towing eye of a large Toyota pick-up truck. The ability of the cord to hurt, of course, was binary. If there was slack, everything was fine – excepting the need to avoid tripping on the. “Err… I think I’ll pass on that one.”“Me too. Fancy exploring the beach? The tide should be out and the forecast says it’s going to be hot. Maybe take a packed lunch?”“Mmmm… that sounds much more interesting and I’ll supply the booze.”“They do say…” her sentence tailed off as she nervously swivelled her empty coffee cup in the saucer.“Yes?”“Well… they do say that down the far end of the beach we can see from our deck, there’s a designated nudist beach called Whiteford Sands. Fancy walking down. I felt my pussy getting wetter instantly and couldn’t keep from slipping my hand under the tiny apron to begin fingering my clit. A hand grabbed my arm and I turned to see Chuck he led me through the dimly lit room to the padded table I’d seen earlier only now Sean the groom to be was sitting on it watching the action on the screen as he rubbed his stiff dick through his slacks. I wasted no time in releasing his cock from his slacks and boxers and began sucking him. As my mouth worked on his.