She rested her head on her arms while I used both hands to spank her: right cheek...whack! Left cheek...whack! Right cheek, left cheek... She thrashed... around and cried out and begged me to stop, her feet, still in their shiny shoes and ankle socks, waving around in the air. When I thought she’d had enough I picked up the camera again and took a shot of her from that angle. Then I reached over for the Vaseline and got a large glob of it on my thumb, which I slipped under her panties and between. Feather light touches that start to warm me from the inside out. My eyes are closed and I’m picturing strong masculine hands gently touching my skin and I finally feel turned on enough to pull my panties aside. I open my eyes and look down at my freshly shaven pussy peeking out from my panties. I can’t help but think of how badly I want to be touched there and without really thinking about it, lay my head back, close my eyes and spread my legs to the imaginary masculine hand that would touch. ’ ‘Yes, sir.’ said Murphy, wondering who the new partners were, but not asking out loud. ‘By the way, has anyone spoken to Katherine Woodburn? To… ‘congratulate’ her, of course.’ ‘That’s being handled over there.’ said Murphy. ‘He wants to handle that himself, so I was told.’ Murphy did not need to say who ‘he’ was, Wargrave was all too aware. In fact, ‘he’ was the one who had just phoned Wargrave. ‘All right.’ said Wargrave. ‘By the way, the big game against our in-state rival, State Tech, is. The instructions for the trip had advised you to limit luggage to one duffel bag. You are the first to get there, and the instructor greets you and shows you around the boat. It is a 46-foot motorized yacht, with three sets of twin beds, a nice galley and a living area with two couches and a table. Definitely a luxury boat.The others arrive over the next hour. The first girl to arrive is Sasha, a smaller, athletic brown-haired girl, who seems a bit intense. She tells you that she swims a ton,.