Olivia had a flashback to their encounter at the shop and felt her pussy begin to flood. Soon Claire was completely naked, her red bush looking fluffy... and inviting in the slanting sunlight. Olivia had an impulse to drop to her knees and bury her face in it, but Claire seemed to be all business; soon she was standing there in her skimpy blue-and-white-striped suit looking at Olivia somewhat impatiently. Olivia hastily stripped and got into her own black bikini, aware of Claire’s eyes on her. Oh yes. Oh Barry, God Barry, what have I been doing?” He stood up for a second, smiling at her and moved up the bed sliding between her legs and entering her in one fluid movement. “Yes,” she said, “yes, oh yes.” Barry settled into an easy rhythm, carefully fucking, making sure to hit Diane’s swollen clit with every thrust, making the most of the length he had. “Come on Barry,” she said. “Come for me.” He lowered himself down, enjoying crushing his chest against her breasts and beginning to. We passed it wordlessly back and forth.When the joint was gone we sat for a few minutes enjoying the breeze coming off the water. I started thinking about the previous evening, which made me start to get hard, and when I looked in his lap, his cock was standing straight up.“We’re out here to have sex, aren’t we?” I asked.He turned toward me with one of those enigmatic smiles, then leaned in and kissed me on the lips. I kissed back. My cock was standing straight up, too.“Lie back,” he said.Next. This time, my ears were no longer covered. There was blood on my chest, penis, and legs. My master was watching me. He said that he had administered 25 strikes of the cane on my penis for each time I had came during the night. He said that I had been erect during most of the time, and the trauma of the situation probably caused me to think I was knocked out, rather than being awake. He told me that he was on his final 25 slashes. He also told me that he thought I had a nice penis, but that I.