I can't describe the conflicting feeling rushing thru my mind and body as he commanded me to masturbate in front of him, feeling his eyes bore thru my... very core until I was begging him to allow me to cum. Even as he slapped my face, demeaned me in unthinkable ways and called me a slut over and over I could only whimper, say "yes Sir" as my burning pussy got wetter and wetter until I exploded in the most intense orgasm of my life.I was still gasping, for my breath had not slowed when he ordered. As she walked by me I smiled, said hello and we chatted a bit till she went back to her blanket. After my first trip into the water I walked back up the beach to her blanket and started talking again. During the conversation I thanked her for last week and asked her if the book she was reading was really that exciting. She said no, that she was just feeling horny and wanted to play with herself. She asked me to sit and we continued talking. She told me she was married and her and her. "How is this guy getting past security?" Tom said to himself. Tom knew that the invader would tie the woman up and then he would take about a dozen pictures or so. Tom was sure that if given the chance he would find this bastard and nail him to the wall.The knock on his door distracted Tom from his gloomy thoughts. "Are you busy Tom?" Janet Rogers said from the doorway. Tom smiled his first real smile of the day and it was all because of Janet. "No, I'm not all that busy," Tom said. "As you can. . " Her voice makes your cock jump slightly in your pants. You go to spin the computer chair around, but she stops you: "I don't want to interrupt you. Just thought I'd give you some company."You smile and continue to work, her hands gently caressing your shoulders. Even though she claimed not to want to interrupt, she's certainly doing a good job of distracting you. Her hands unbutton your shirt, and you stop typing."No. Keep typing," she teasingly orders.She pulls your shirt off just enough.