"Now not quite Mr. Johnson. To be honest... I don't wear anything when I'm in the tanning salon." She smiled and crossed her arms in front of her ches...t. With it she pushed her breasts up and smiled. Apparently the emitter was a success. Mr. Johnson seemed extremely fascinated and spellbound by it. She could also see clear signs of arousal. "Tell me Mr. Johnson. Are you just imagining what that looked like? You'll answer honestly, of course, won't you," she asked testingly."I'm just imagining. His every hit was causing great pain to me. This time I could not scream because my mouth was muffled with his Lund. So I have to bear this pain silently. He gave such hard blows of cane that soon my ass cheeks became red and sore. After some time he reached near ejaculation and screamed in pleasure, “ HAY MERI RANDI LUGAI,,, SALI TU TO MUNH SE ITNA MAZA DE RAHI HAI KI MAIN JHARNE WALA HUN.” And after some more strokes his hard Lund was filling my mouth with his semen in spurts. I felt a huge. “Now it’s official, you’re mine.” He goes to wipe his face off. “Unless you’re going to swallow all that cum, leave it.” He looks up at me with those eyes as blue as the ocean. The look on his face is one of fear, shame, and humiliation. Part of me wants to pull him into my arms and kiss him. Tell him everything's going to be alright. The rest of me wants to fuck him like a slut and continue to degrade him. I take my finger and swipe up a load of cum just below his eye and feed it to him. He. It was obvious that Jaz hadn’t sussed out young Kaye yet.As I’d picked up the radio’s microphone, I’d noted -- by means of the temperature gauge -- that Donny had already warmed-up Cassandra’s engine. That boy was always surprising me, he knew that I wouldn’t want Katie and my discussions witnessed by all and sundry. And it certainly would have been if we remained moored to the unusually (and inexplicably) crowded jetty.Katie watched in bemused silence as I asked one of the local fishermen who.