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We couldn’t find enough space on the small sandy bit so we went along the rocks and found a place there. No sooner than we had laid everything down Jon gave me my mask and snorkel and told me that we were going for a swim. This was of course in the nude. We swam round looking at all the fish and the rocks and I suddenly realised that we had swum Babes round the corner to the place where everyone was wearing something, except us. It didn’t really matter because we were in the water, but there were other people using masks who were taking more interest in us than the fish. Jon was oblivious to this but I wasn’t and I was collecting a little gathering of young teenage boys. Not feeling very brave at that moment I swam over to Jon and told him. He just told me to practice my floating, on my back with my legs open. “Let them have a good look, it will do them good” he said. What else could I do except obey him. Fortunately, after about 10 minutes they got bored and moved on, but not before one or two had got so close that I thought that if I suddenly closed my legs I would give them some bruised ears. A couple of hours later we left and I again lay in the back. Jon didn’t warn me, but we stopped for some petrol and I discovered that not all Spanish petrol stations are ‘self-service’. All of a sudden there was a young man stood next to the car pumping petrol in and looking straight at my pussy. Jon was stood behind him waving his hands trying to tell me to stay still. These Spanish petrol pumps are very slow as well, I maids could see the pump and it was taking about 30 seconds for each litre. Jon stopped him after 25 litres and gave him some money. Not very bright either, it took ages to sort the change out. When we got back to our room Jon said that it was time for my waxing and searched for something to restrain me. I realised what he was doing and told him that it wouldn’t be necessary. I could take the pain. I got out the wax strips and then lay on my bed waiting. Jon started at my Big Tits ankles and moved up my legs. The pain was bad, but I was expecting worse. The ones on my pubic bone were quite bad, but then Jon told me to lift my legs above my head and to hold my ankles with my legs wide open. Jon asked me if I wanted a gag and when I said yes he put the ball-gag on me. In a way that was a relief because it meant that I could scream knowing that the noise couldn’t get out. And scream I did. The wax really stuck to the inside of my labia quite well, in-spite of the juices that I was producing. At one point I looked out of the patio doors and I’m almost sure that I saw Louise looking at me but Jon suddenly ripped another strip off and when the pain subsided and I looked again, she was gone. But this just isn't enough for him and he actively begins trying to get passed her panties. Where had this rage come from? The feel of it on her labia and clitoris were sending shivers up her body, the idea that a non-sexual body part could be used in such a way riling her up. Since I don’t have an active sexual life, or even a decent social life, I spend most of my evenings surfing for porn and masturbating, and this strange, perverted, gay-sissy, erotic, fapping-material has started to become a regular theme in my nightly jack-off sessions. Derek soaked a hand cloth with warm water then went back to his sister. “Don’t look Big Tits at me,” Dave told him, holding up his wrists. “I understand death,” he replied, “much better than you realize.” Looking into her eyes, he continued, “I also understand the fear of death. She ran her hands through my hair, grabbing a handful as she Babes pushed her hips forward shoving her cock down my throat. Then grab my clothes and run out the door. I swallowed down the first slimy load and an even bigger one erupted onto my tongue and hit the back of maids my throat!