Whilst in Tulum Mexico, this piece of meat was keen on doing anything to impress Mistress Tess and I. We took him up on his generous offer to use his body to our continent and decided to have a little bit of fun with our whips at the Cenote pool. Tied to a palm tree, the slave was a treat for our sadism.

If only he could see our shining smiles and glistening wet bikini bodies. But alas, he hung there, shouting in rapturous agony, in service to his goddesses. We whipped him until he was a quivering mess.