As I became more comfortable with the situation I started to truly enjoy it. He grabbed my ankles, and I pulled him inside of me while he fucked and f...ucked, not stopping until I began to feel the mounting pressure building to unbearable intensity, finally discharging my orgasm as I moaned in ecstasy. He let me know I was his bitch to do with as he pleased, and it pleased him to fuck me, and so he did. I loved it. I was really getting into this whore thing. I was being treated like a slutty. "I didn't want to tryones with heels but was unsure if sandals would be appropriate forchurch." Good thought. Let's go to breakfast wearing sandals and we can ask."We had a packed morning because straight after breakfast we had a meetingwith the vicar regarding Helens concerns over sexuality, followed by acommunion service. Hopefully sometime after eleven o'clock we might havesome time to ourselves. Things weren't destined to work out like thatthough."Have a seat," said George Trent as Helen. As unlike him, my changing couldn’t be accomplished under a towel, I held the top against me and had Terry fasten the back. I couldn’t tell if he peeked, but brothers always do.It was fun getting buried, him mounding the sand over me, me puffing up as best I could. Maybe a million years ago we started breathing in to look bigger to lurking dinosaurs.“Don’t,” I ordered when his manner of sand sculpting became too obvious.“Don’t what?”“Feel me up.”“I’m not,” he grinned, grading off enough to feel. What was wrong with me? I shook my head to clear the thoughts of last night and put away the steak and fries and settled for having a salad for supper.I was reading in bed when I heard John come in. I glanced at the clock, and it was 11:30. I heard him go into his room and close the door. I waited about ten minutes and glanced at my phone. I must have sat there for another fifteen minutes, just staring straight ahead and not reading another word in my novel. I put my book on the nightstand and.