As I told Roz how his cock made my pussy feel she moved closer. She wanted me to lick her as I’d licked him. We went upstairs. He stripped without ...hesitation as I warmed the oil between my palms. The usual back massage began, rubbing his shoulders and down the sides of his back towards the top of his ass and back again. I moved to his feet, between the toes knowing this was one of his favourite places. Removing the velvet jeans and caressing his buttocks, my fingers touching between his cheeks. Then I drew my hand back and delivered a firm slap of her pussy. She cried out, probably in shock more than pain. “Did that hurt?” I breathed the question into her face as I held her pussy in a firm grip. “Yes, but I can take it,” she said. As she finished the sentence she spat in my face, which was an unexpected but hugely stimulating response.“We’ll see about that,” I said, pulling my hand back and hitting her quivering labia four more times, making her pussy more red with each blow. She. She was willing to give in to what I wanted. It was more than any of the others could claim, but I didn't need it. In fact, most of the time, they were encouraging me into things I didn't want, but I didn't know what I was truly looking for either. It was so confusing. I was grateful to Chloe for what she was offering, and at the same time she was mine to protect.Sitting back I caught different insights to why it was wrong or that Chloe didn't know what she was saying. I looked to the others,. Up came her skirt, and down went her silky knickers. I ran my hand between her thighs feeling for her wet pussy, and yes it was very wet. Picking up the switch I thrashed her bottom, Sally gasped but stayed in position. The punishment continued, the stripes quickly building up across Sally’s lovely plump bum. After about two dozen I gently helped her down into a kneeling position and slid my hard cock into her, running my hands over her very red buttocks. After this excitement I wasn’t going to.