First-person Handjob Perspective

What I’d witnessed at her boss’s house had me hard for days, but combined with the tell-tale marks from Theo’s evenings had me putting things together and getting very aroused. Lisa was wearing a pair of tight jeans with ankle boots, but on top she wore a jersey top with about 5 buttons on it the upper most one was undone showing the swell of her breasts. Lisa walked back to the car in just her boots, I was holding her skirt and blouse. She almost swooned. I was an inch away from that huge cock, really up close, marvelling at how she could take such a thing up her arsehole so easily. After maybe 100 yards he had her take the blouse off and her skirt and hand them to me. I tasted the heady tang of his maleness and her earthy flavour of her rectum as I began to suck. This prompted maybe 20 more lashes from his bullwhip. Another 300 yards and he guided us into a small clearing; there were two young trees in the centre and almost surrounded by bushes etc., all at