She had the pictures of her daughter spread eagle up on her computer monitor, and she kept flipping back and forth between those and some of the pictu...es she had of Peter sporting his huge boner. "I'm sure this is bad karma, but I just have to paint something using these photos as inspiration." she said while talking to herself.Cutting Peter out of his picture, she merged him in with one of the photos of her daughter passed out in the floor. It took several tries to get him positioned properly. "AAAAaaaaah!" she screams, but the sound is music to his ears. This is the part of his nature she did not bargain for.He swings the belt again, this time adjusting the angle so that the tip snaps at her pussy lips. She screams again, and her body convulses through her bonds.His next stroke is backhanded, reddening a new part of her posterior. "Hush now," he commands. "It sounds worse than it actually is." Mercy!" she yells. But her little quim is still pumping out more nectar.He lays the belt. He felt dizzy. The smell of her, the gentle caress of her lips on his neck and the soft scratching of her nails on his bare chest. He could feel his arousal pushing against the fabric of his pants.Suddenly her hands left his chest and she spun his chair around to face her. He gasped. She wore a simple white blouse, unbuttoned to below her black satin bra, and a black miniskirt. Her legs were covered by black stockings. Her hair was down around her shoulders."What's going on, Stephanie?" Shhh.. Warm from her climb, Abby paused at the top, and took a glucose drink out of her rucksack. She noticed a stump and Abby gratefully utilised it for a seat. From here the area was spread out in a panoramic view. The station away to the west, the old line curving through the fields and meadows before vanishing below her, and the village, its houses and Church set out like a model in front of her. As she studied it the shape of its development became clear. The original settlement, she could.