Shaking his head, he asked, “Didn’t you hear me tell everyone to stay away from the woods?”Harry groaned and his eyes fluttered open. He saw the...coach kneeling over him and started to struggle to get up. Leaning back to protect his sore nose, the coach said, “Relax. You aren’t in any danger.”Lisa knelt down next to Harry and kissed him. She said, “Thank God, you’re all right.”“Did I stop him?” Harry asked once Lisa stopped kissing him.Chuckling, the coach said, “You stopped him. You almost. "Good, girl!" Mistress sang, relaxing the pull on my collar. She put her hand on the woman's. "You can stop now. Thank you for your help. Just make sure she cleans you off, before you go back to your wine." "Mmm, yes, of course," the woman giggled, perversely. I felt her fingers slide out of me and before I knew it, they were presented to my mouth. I opened without hesitation and soon, the taste of my sopping cunt was all I could experience. I couldn't remember my pussy ever tasting so rich and. Her body bolts trying to both reject and swallow my fist, but I win. She moans loudly as I make a fist now and begin to fuck her good. She moans and moans and I know she loves it as she cums magnanimously again and again, continuously. I know I am pleasing her now and I do love it so even as I do love hurting her. That is the paradox of me, giver of pain and pleasure. I fuck her good and as she begins to fade I stop and pull out of her. She bolts ever so slightly again as I remove my hand. I. I'll be good! I'm sorry! It hurts! Oh, God, how it hurts! I'll do anything -- anything to make it stop, please!" Candy tries to say, but fails, only inhaling the bedcovers. Candy breathes in barely enough air to hold onto consciousness -- not enough to scream. Then, as suddenly as the caning started, it stops. Candy's back and buttocks are tattooed with lines of pain; never has she felt anything like it; never has she been so wet and excited. Candy welcomes Sir back inside her as once again he.