Theydidn't even recognize her. She could see her former mother andbrother and sister. All things considered they looked good, theywere understandabl... sad. She was debating about walking up to herformer mom, thinking about how she would express her sympathy.Her thoughts were interrupted by her former cousin Butch. Butch hadbeen Ken's closest cousin. They were only a year apart in age. Theyhad spent many summers at their grandfathers, spent the night at eachother's house numerous times. . " It boomed loud and resonant, but could not quite drown out the tortured scream from the machine.I felt a faint quiver in my bowels, down at the very depths of the dildo insertion point. It became a rhythmic wave-like droning pulsation, like the vibration of large engines distantly felt through the hull of a boat. It was shaking me, pulling me apart, and I was riding waves of sheer motion, and every cell of my body overloaded, then exploded in a single massive discharge. And I streamed, surged. I could hear my mother crying in the next room and decided that she mustbe even more upset then I was at losing Emma. She had wanted to cremateEmma so that at least she could have her ashes by her bed, but it wasEmma's wish that her body be spared that fate and given a decent burialinstead. Not many people apart from her family had come to the burial,because her friends were Internet ones and spread far and wide around theworld. It was then that I noticed the long brown wig that Emma had. It whistled through the air, and landed squarely on Arleen's ass.She cried out. Her body shook violently, and her pussy squirted fluid all over the slave's face.The black waitress was still panting, when the next blow hit her on her waist.She climaxed again, moaning in pain/ pleasure.Thomas striped her back with a total of ten lashes.Arleen was exhausted. Her body was bathed in sweat. She hung from her restraints like a ragdoll.The slave girl was soaked in the other girl's squirted fluids. It.