But, I needed some help. The previous orgasms had worn me out. I needed some extra stimulation to satisfy Jake’s demand.Without looking at anyone in... particular, “Touch me … someone … anywhere … please, I need … I have to cum!” It was a plea for help. It was a plea from a submissive in desperate need to avoid failing her dominant. Whether the others truly understood the depth and full meaning of my plea, they responded. Hands were on my breasts, fingers at my pussy and clit, my nipples twisted. They looked like they could stay there for an eternity.It had been my friends that had told me to take a vacation. They told me that I was just moping around, feeling sorry for myself. I was not even trying to find a new job. They had not realised that I had just wanted to run away from the world. That was what I was doing. It was not an accident that I ended up on that beach. I had come there the summer before with my girlfriend. We had had so much fun there. But it wasn't to last. It was. Sir Jock, as he was called, was one of the senior British Colonial officials. He was in his sixties while his lovely 'trophy' wife was just barely thirty-five. Did they have trophy wives in the nineteen forties? The wealthy men surely did. If the King of England had known what was happening in Happy Valley, he would have looked upon her upper-class British subjects with disdain and embarrassment. Fortunately, either he never found out or he turned a deaf ear to the reports of extreme decadence. I slipped off my jeans and boxers and pulled my jumper up so she could get full access to my now throbbing cock, she slowly started to stroke it, hold on a minute I said your still dressed, get your tits out, she quickly obliged and as soon as her bra was off I sucked each nipple in turn , thats right she said you suck on those as I play with this. what a lovely cock you have, now where shall we put it , where do you think she asked, how about me tit fucking you, we never done that before ,.