Looking down the length of his back to his waist, I fantasized about wrapping an arm around him and pulling him against me. In my mind's eye, I could ...see my thumb catch on the waist of his jeans, then move down to rub over his unsuspecting cock. In the pressing darkness, no one else would notice. I imagined his surreptitious breath sucking into his lungs and his hand covering mine, then pressing me tighter into his hardening flesh. The fantasy took me even further as I imagined pulling him out. "Alan chuckled. "So it's really that good, eh?" Yep. When you see long, high cliffs like this, that almost always means good waves because there's usually a steep drop off to deep water. But that's not the only thing that makes beaches off high cliffs like this special..."Alan waited for her to say more, especially since her voice rose in a way that sounded like her thought was incomplete, but she just kept walking down the trail. He didn't have much to say, especially since the trail was too. “Sorry, Master. I didn't mean to imply that you could ever be whipped by us pussies. Not when you have that cock.” I wiggled my hips, my pussy on fire.He grinned at that and walked around me, staring at my tits stretching my low-cut blouse. I loved showing off my tits to my students. The boys, and sometimes a girl, drooled over them. It made me feel like such a naughty teacher. But when Clint stared, my nipples throbbed. They poked so hard against my thin bra and thinner blouse. I turned as he. “Come over here Billy and climb up on the table” he ordered. I obeyed without question. “Sit down and spread your legs apart”. I did and looked down at my little cock that was already throbbing in anticipation. He reached down with his large, calloused hand and took my cock in his hand and began to stroke it slowly. He was surprisingly gentle. “How does that feel” he asked softly. “Mmmmm” was about all I could manage. As he stroked me he moved his other hand up and began to cup my balls and rub.