Ours were the only prints defiling the pristine sand. The sea was that particular hue of green that characterises that stretch of coastline. It was on...ly marred by the silty brown stain that marked the river's effluence. The North Sea is too shallow ever to be truly blue, whatever the weather. This is the Wash, where legend has it King John lost the Crown Jewels. The land and sea lie constantly at war. One can imagine hearing the faint tolling of bells in drowned steeples when the wind rises.. " Please, please Master, hurt me. Please, make me bleed, drink my blood. Oh god, please master. More!" she pleaded, trying desperately to offer herself submissively, restrained by her bindings. The smile on his face spread to a sadistic grin."Just remember, you begged for it."Moving quickly, he ripped of the now solid wax covering each of her nipples. A surprised yelp poured out of her at the rough treatment, leaving her nipples sore from the repeated abuse. Then she saw where his hands were. You wanking me in rhythm with our kisses as I step back to lean my weight against the railing, the metal cool against my naked ass. You break the kiss and smile up at me, squeezing the head of my cock...And then you kneel, taking my length into your mouth in one swift movement, teeth raking the length of my shaft as you do... I let out another involuntary moan, my hands in your hair, as you suck me, stroking my cock, your tongue flicking.Pausing, looking up at me, that faux-innocent look.... In fact, I stayed naked when we went downstairs, just to prove how much Dad didn’t care about seeing me with nothing on. And he didn’t. It was Saanvi who looked weird about it. She kept glancing at us, back and forth, while I got the cereal bowls out.It was Friday. Dad had a couple students in the morning, and then a chamber rehearsal the afternoon. He gulped the last of his coffee, grabbed his cello case and headed to the kitchen door.“I should be back about four,” he said. “Clean up your.