She could feel, in an anticipatory way, the weals on her backside already, as she rubbed her exposed bottom. The germ of a GREAT IDEA was forming in h...er young and bucolic mind. Something to do with sheep and lambs. (You've guessed it already, folks, haven't you? - author)To those watching from the opposite side of the square, her one remaining covering, a tiny and triangular piece of black cloth, looked not unlike her pubic forest and several people mistook it for precisely that, immediately. The girl had been teasing him for weeks, and while he was no stranger to bedding his clients, she had been particularly tough to crack. Too headstrong. Too in love with her kid of a boyfriend that she wouldn’t shut up about. When she had freaked out at his attempt to kiss her he had been terrified that she would report him or something and he had backed off of his usual act.But two visits later she was back to her old self, slutting around his gym in her lace panties and baggy shorts. The bitch. Connie on the end was the tallest and skinniest with short auburn hair. All were wearing bikinis with Connie’s being the skimpiest and Angela’s covering the most. She did have more to cover. I also noticed that Sylvia was the only one wearing a ring on her left hand.Sylvia said, “We’re here to play. Why are you here, X?”I thought that interesting. “I’m traveling seeing the sights. I play, too.” I decided to take a direct approach. “Does your husband play or know?”She had a tinkling laugh. “He. After twenty she increased the pace, her forceful strikes making a rhythm of slaps and little yelping cries and she struck Claire’s soft skin, seeing the force ripple through the flesh. The girl’s cries began to merge together, her breathing was fast and heavy and Kali could feel her own breath rising to match it. After another twenty blows her pace increased once more. Striking now with full force, she brought cries from her lover’s mouth with each slap. Claire twisted under the blows, her.