So I nodded. He again kept the tip of his penis in the entrance of my pussy and slowly pushed in little by little. He kept asking me if it hurt, shoul... I stop or take it out and all.I kept telling him and little by little, his whole penis was inside me. It hurt like hell. The pain was too much. But that pain was enjoyable too. Nikhil smiled at me and started to move his penis slowly. Now it hurt even more. I wanted to scream at the top of my voice.But I was too tired also. I felt like his penis. ." It's about me," Ella guessed.The older woman took a deep breath and nodded. She walked back to the couch and sat down. "My sister's very religious. She..." Her voice trailed off, and she was once again unable to speak.Unfortunately, it wasn't the first time Ella had encountered that particular brand of prejudice. "She thinks I'm a heathen who's leading him into sin." I'm so sorry," John's mother said, her voice quavering. "I've been trying to talk sense into her, but she just won't listen.". Once again the girl’s lungs were emptied of air and she gasped desperately, “how many fucking times do I have to tell you to keep your dirty whore mouth shut? Or do you only understand pain? Maybe we should test that out.” While Melissa tried to suck some air back into her lungs her eyes were firmly fixed on what Greta was holding. Clenched tightly in her right hand was a large coil of thin copper wire and, even scarier, a pair of shiny new pliers. In the other hand Greta held exactly the. She gave the strokes very hard, laying the first stroke near the top of buttocks, and moving downward, with an exact precision as I cried out with each stroke. She ran her fingers over my bottom, felling the raised welts left by the cane. Then my punishment started again, the hot metal pain of the rattan burning across my raised ass. She exchanged the rattan cane for a purple synthetic cane, which was heavier than the rattan and hurt even more. I cried out with each stroke, clenching my.