Becky realized she still wanted to be a whore, still wanted the attention of horny men. She felt ashamed but her body didn't.Then Becky shrieked as th... fat man whipped the crop across the back of her thighs. It left a bright red welt, and her flesh felt like it was on fire. "Mmmmmnnnnnnaaaahhhhh", Becky whimpered through her gag, the pain of the welt making the pleasure her pussy was receiving twice as good. "Bitch likes the whip", one of them said behind her, and she moaned in denial as she. We cut to a wider angle to watch as she continues this just out of reach of a straining Rocky.She reaches out to him and offers her sticky fingers to him – he sniffs and licks at them and immediately starts to strain harder to get at this Irish whore.“Do you like that?” She brings the fingers back to her mouth and sucks them, dog saliva mixed with her own juices. She savours it for a few seconds, really playing it up. “MMmmmmm” She suppresses a smile, playing sexy for the camera, looking right. Hell, I was not going to go along with that! I planned to do just as much fighting as the next man, and anybody who did not like that could go fuck himself!The Comanche village was surrounded by tall grass, but there were few trees in the neighborhood. I decided on a bold stroke for our attack. The normal procedure would have been for us to charge the village on horseback making as much noise as possible and demonstrating our bravery by riding through without firing an arrow. Well, this might. ‘Let me do it for you,’ he wrote, using his abbreviation. ‘You’ll find it more enjoyable.’ I was too gob smacked to reply. He took my non verbal reply as assent. I felt his hand take hold of my erection and begin to jerk me off with a steady rhythm. I could do nothing but give out a sigh and relax at having this erotic feeling of having another hand do this to me. It didn’t take long before I started to reach my peak and with a stiffening of my thighs blurted out, "I’m nearly there and I.