Anything else was an open question.I finished my coffee and Stephie finished packing the picnic lunch. We changed into our bathing suits and t-shirts,... and Stephie grabbed some blankets for us to sit on while we ate. I carried the picnic basket to my car and Stephie and I got in. I drove to Red’s house first, to pick up LeAnn, and then headed to the swimming hole. We pulled up and parked behind another car, and I saw Emily leaning on the hood next to a guy who I assumed was Walter.“Hi Steve!”. Cody jumped back, too. I called to him and both dogs recognized my voice and came to me. I looked around and found Helen flat on her back, her chest rising and lowering quickly. But, at the sounds of the dogs, she struggled to her side and called Kaycee who changed directions and went to her, licking her face like Cody was licking mine. Licking off the human pussy juice no doubt.No rest for the sluts, though. While everyone else is relaxing, recovering for possibly more activities later, Helen. His blue shirt and bluish grey tie was most professional and stood in contrast to my humiliating position. I could hear him roll up his sleeves. Without warning, he began the spanking. Each stroke was rapid. He would hit the same spot, 3, 4, 5 times or more. Each spank made my ass sting and my clit throb. He paused for a brief moment and rubbed my burning ass. “Are you learning your lesson, Kaitlyn?” “Yes, Detective, I am.” “I’ve heard that before.” He said sarcastically. He reached under the. I felt my legs buckle for a moment but Norris kept me standing with his free hand. “Is she wet?” Harrow questioned, licking his dry lips. Norris nodded and smiled, his finger tip circling the moist nub of my clitoris making my privates tingle uncontrollably between my legs. The detective pulled his hand from my panties and left me standing there in the centre of the room. He stepped towards the couch and wiped my wetness under Eric’s nose; my husband grimaced and tried to look away. Harrow.