When I looked at the pictures where she was paddled by the old lady, I couldn't believe the deep red color on her buttocks - it couldn't have been rea......But apparently it was! In my mind, I was contemplating about how much the swats of that paddle must have hurt Debbie. It fascinated me so...I often masturbated while looking at that series of photos. Of course, Debbie's nudity in those pictures excited me too, but the main attraction was her red butt.I also tried spanking myself. I found that. Nothing looked familiar to her in the dim light that filtered from the small window, reflecting in the dust particles that floated up in clouds with each movement of her groaning muscles. What had happened to her and where was she?It took a moment for her to pull herself upright and swing her legs over the edge of the bed. She tried to clear her fuzzy head, to figure out what was happening. Something caught in her memory, but she couldn't quite get a handle on it. Her body felt bruised and. "God yes, fuck me slowly." I replied in a breathy whisper. He started to move slowly out until he only had the tip in me, when he pushed in again I moaned feeling every inch. I reached down and started stroking my clit in time to his thrusts. He watched in amazement as my tight hole stretched around him. The wetness leaking from my pussy shining in the light. I started to move with him as his hands gripped my hips pulling me down onto him, my legs shaking as they rested over his shoulders. We. "'You know what I like about this little brother?' Of course I responded with a negative response. 'The way Anne's confused about the whole deal. I mean she's seen you bleed at the house when those punks broke in. But she's also seen you stabbed more than once with a knife without getting hurt, seen you get hit with a piece of wood with no effect. And that's what's confusing her, she's wondering how come when push comes to shove you weren't able to maintain control of the situation. Good.