I could think of a hundred ways to punish her and she knew it. She was pushing to get her way and it wasn't happening. She'd fucked up all my plans of taking it slow and staying hands off. I smiled because she was making it easier to use her body against her. As much as I wanted to tan her ass and legs back to dark bruising, her suffering from the lack of pain kept me from giving in.
I didn't try to hide my hard-on when we walked back outside. The guys had seen it before and Angela and Jewel could adjust too. I practically dragged Machala to the pool. I jumped in, taking us both under water. She was always so well-groomed and I wanted to see her wet and wild. She came up coughing-hair plastered to her face, her swimsuit unfortunately not budging an inch. The damn thing looked painted on.