The conversation was becoming dirtier by the second and I was becoming very aroused. One of the waiters said that he had enjoyed the show and would it... be possible to see some more?I knew where this was going and hoped my wife was up for it. She looked over at me and I nodded that it was ok. She sat on the edge of the sofa and spread her wet sopping fanny for all to see and played with herself. The head waiter then looked at me and I asked if it was ok if he wanted to go further?Within seconds,. . moan yes. Man can He swing a flogger. Over and over again goes that flogger on my ass until I’m panting and wiggling. With an ass that is so heated and a pussy so wet, I can’t stand it anymore. He rubs up against my ass, I feel that oh soo hard cock of His ohh yeahh...moan. He rubs my ass feeling the warmth He has created and next thing I know I feel a leather belt swinging on my ass. “oowwww”, I yell. “Oh mann that hurts”, I am thinking. My pussy is getting so wet now as over. She took a bite of her croissant, then continued, "I mean I hope you’ll leave all the adventurous stuff like scuba diving and parasailing until we can do it together."Brent chuckled. "I don’t think that’ll be a problem. I think a few days of sitting by the ocean sipping margaritas will be just fine for me."Samantha humphed, and said teasingly, "I don’t want to be stuck in meetings all day, I want to be back here sitting by the pool drinking margaritas too."Now it was Brent’s turn to grin. "He your fuck?" Yes. Those two," Rasida pointed at his two friends. "Are they yours?" Oh very fucking clever," Boris replied, as the other riders howled with laughter. "So what the fuck is the Black Guard doing here, anyway?" Visiting friends. You? Don't tell me you've actually got friends." Watering our horses, smart bitch. Is that a crime and are the fucking Black Guard turning into cops?" Why the attitude, Boris? You got a guilty conscience?" About what?" How about driving 200 Euro refugees.