’ Gwen turned back to face Jeremy, thankful for the distraction. ‘It’s New Hampshire. Not overly exciting. Just the occasional car crash, bing... drinker, and rectal removal.’ The rest of the house burst in to laughter again, except Don who looked bitter. This was what Gwen had been hoping would happen. She wanted a chance to win everyone over quickly, or at the very least, not see her as a threat. She could tell that her plan was working. ‘Strangest thing ever removed from someone’s ass?’. The ravine over the stream meant that ittook a 30-kilometer detour down to the watering place and back to getto the road to the market town. The only bridge over the ravine wastwo old ropes strung across. You walked on the lower rope, and heldthe upper one for balance. Doing this with a full load on your headwas precarious, and loads, and occasionally people, dropped into thestream below. Each load lost would represent a week or two of work forthe farmer, who generally had a yearly income of. But the youngster was fun to have around, and in reality, I had spent far more time alone with Chelsea, who conveniently slept in another third floor bedroom just down the hallway from the guest room I was assigned.The previous evening while the girls' parents were teaching classes and Gwen had been unexpectedly called away from the house for a couple of hours, Chelsea and I had the house to ourselves. Events moved quickly, and we discovered a mutual passion that cumulated in the fourteen year. The pain causes her cock to go limp but I moan as I love the pain. " Oh you like that do you" and she strikes my balls again. The pain brings yet another moan. She whips them 3 more times real quick. The pain is almost unbareable, " how does that feel my toy ". It feels good goddess I moan. Good she barks, I enjoy whipping my balls because I don't feel the pain. Now she continues to walk circles around me taking the riding crop to my ass, to my nipples that are not sore from the clamps. While.