Nor the self indulgent, egotistical muscly men that grind over you in clubs, assuming you'll feel their cock girting against you to cheap, crappy, clu...b music and suck it there and then. No, it was the older men. It was the longing in the slightly chubby, graying builder who would stop and stare at my pert breasts and tiny ass peaking over my sundress that gave me a feeling of power. Young boys will always find a little slut to fuck. Older men are appreciative, older men want you, long for you,. Cora just knew that she couldn’t survive 100 swats.Just after “Twenty, thank you sir.” there was a long pause before number 21 landed. And this time the swat landed on her other cheek. Cora relaxed a little but not for long as the swats got harder and harder. Any thoughts of having an orgasm were long gone. Although she was determined to get through it she was starting to think that she wouldn’t make it.Cora had been crying for a few swats by then but each time Caleb asked her if she wanted to. Now they have become wet and have mixed up with sand...I touch with a hip your foot a little, this touch burns...You rise on an elbow and look in my eyes... The sky, the sea, your eyes... All has mixed up... I sink...The next sea wave pours over us and restores to life...Our bodies become covered by salty splashes from waves running on coast and, sparkling on the sun of sand.You pinch sea salt from my stomach... And I very quietly blow off sand from your shoulders and I shower with their short. Pride made her grin. She had survived the entire week without ruining her diet, and even accomplished the incredible feat of going to TGI-Friday’s and not hoarding down a plate of her favorite nachos with cheese. She promised not to weigh herself until the end of the month, but the temptation to see if she’d lost any weight was overwhelming. Had her weeklong martyrdom of diet and exercise whittled away any of the twenty extra pounds she had padding her goddess-like figure? She stepped in front.