“I’d like that,” replied Melissa.I know you would, I know how you liked to get spanked but believe me this one would hurt.“I love your red dre...s, it’s so beautiful and you look gorgeous in it.”“Yes, I love a little bit of red now and then,” she replied.Yes, a red arse from spanking, even better when your mouth is on a red pussy too. I’ve seen you in that position. Remember Debra, that jet-black woman. I couldn’t believe how wet you got as I spanked your snow-white body while you ate her. Maybe she was stranded on the side of the fucking highway, beside the bayou while those redneck bastards in the 18-wheelers whizzed by, side by side, infuriating the traffic they were holding up. That stretch of Interstate was one of the worst in the country. The road surface was terrible and the fucking rednecks jammed the two narrow lanes. It was always a relief to get past it in either direction and let the hammer down again.Driving cross country with the radio turned up on some good. He passed the rope from her wrists between her legs, and her pussy lips bulged around a large knot he placed strategically. He then adjusted a couple of the overhead pulleys, threading the rope through two of them, then back down. Ingeniously, he tied the end of the rope into the back of her blindfold, the result meaning any movement of her head would tug on her nipples, or the knot being moved back and forth between the lips of her pussy. The coup de grace though was provided when he buckled a. Mynose hurt the most, a dull ache radiating from the bridge, across under myeyes, and up into my temples. My legs and ribs where I had been kicked werediscolored into blues and yellows. My dry split lip stung as I ran my tongueover it, feeling the swelling surrounding the cut. Clint was the first one to join me. "How'd ya sleep, cunt?" "Better than I expected, Sir, thank You." "I'm glad yer rested up, cuz we got a busy one today. Gotta give that horsea coupla more shots at the mare, the.