He picked up a riding crop and began to tease my front. His crop came down on the upper part of my breasts. Mostly just a warm up. Then is got more in...tense. Master slapped the side of my breasts. They stung and had me trying to move to avoid them. My breasts were swaying back and forth.He slapped my belly, then down my thighs. I could feel me getting closer to another orgasm. When he went back to my breasts, I lost it. Wave after wave of spasms racked my body. Master brought the crop down on my. "Do not have any fear father my periods were over only a day ago," I said to reassure him. And as he ejaculated I rubbed my clitoris against his penis to his rhythm. The second orgasm set me panting. He lay on me and after a while he gave me another. He rolled over and we lay in each other's arms.We slept there on the divan. Sometime during the night we had another. I got up in time to get him his bed coffee. Appa was watching me as I went about in the nude. He sipped as he fondled me. His eyes. With a start McCock realized how socialized he had become, he was losing the Naval ethos which had been part of him for most of his adulthood and of his boarding school existence. He turned away from that path of his future; and yes, that yacht.At midweek, Denny, as duty person had been precipitously awakened by an alarm. In a daze he focused on the flashing red light on the outline for the "Trader" on the alarm board. Denny had given the Flock a laugh when he regaled them with his. Beneath her, and inside of her, Tom went rigid as well. His breathing had stopped as did his own heart… or so it seemed. Again, time seemed to stop or at least slow down to nearly a stop. The electricity, the ecstasy, boiling searing turmoil that the human body experiences in those brief few moments during climax consumed both of them at the same time. The only sounds they uttered were animalistic at best, groaning and moaning if anything… and even those were muted. The night sounds.