When, after a few more agonizing seconds, the first blow hit her backside, she was surprised at the sharpness of the lashes’ bite. Even more so when...he gave her no break from this at all and kept lashing out at her exposed flesh. She clenched her teeth, trying to shut out the pain. In her mind she envisioned the transformation of her backside as it reddened, developped welts and soon there would be blood? She moaned loud at the thought of it. At that moment he stopped and bid her to turn. Eileen Nearne makes a person wonder how many more of our parents and grandparent’s generation have left us with their contributions to ending a deadly war going unsung. They have lived the remainder of their lives un-praised and unknown. Although these heroes do not seek adulation, many of us feel their story should be told. Theirs is not the history of kings and generals but of the foot soldier, the takers of the hill and the grunt in the trenches. As an example, just a short time ago a man. Her plump, ample breasts, were heaving with her heavy breathing, as she began to feel wet, he touched her right breast with his left hand, and put his right hand on her left butt, then pulled her to his chest.She wasn't wearing a bra, in fact, he could feel her erect, firm nipples, through the thin fabric of her gown, he undid the buttons of her gown, till her cleavage began to appear, he bent his head and licked the apex of her naked warm smooth breast-verge, another button went off, and. ." She was thinking, but not speaking. " ... marriage. I just moved in; we haven't seen how well that works." Do you disagree?" I – I – oh God, I'd better sit down." You are sitting down." I pointed out with some mirth. I hadn't expected a reaction so emotional from her. She was normally very sensible. I pulled her into my lap."Buro! That's not helping." She complained, but didn't move to get up. "Marriage is ... are you sure? Marry me?" I can't imagine anyone else." Oh, Buro; I don't know what.