Both felt aroused. Emma nodded and they both lifted back their canes. The first stroke was harder than either man had expected. They both gasped. The ...econd brought even louder gasps. Emma mouthed to Debra, “A double.” Debra smiled as she knew what that meant. They both aimed and brought their canes down even harder on the two bottoms. Both men cried out. The next moment another stroke cut in to their bottoms. Both let go of their chairs stood up and clutched their bottoms jumping from foot to. Marcie was concerned both because of the screaming and because of the number of people who were doing the whipping. She bent down and spoke softly to the woman. ‘Just have time out for a couple of minutes. Really, do you want them to stop or is it OK for you?’ ‘It’s really wonderful,’ replied the woman, ‘If they keep doing that I’ll cum. I’m really close. Please let them continue.’ Marcie gave the group a nod and they continued beating her pussy, clit and breasts. A few minutes later the woman. . What do you think?"Randall eyed the package. Many things about it he already knew -- even the pair of dimples in Erin's lower back. The legs weren't showpieces; they were thin and bowed, and her knees were the largest parts. On the other hand, they weren't awful, either. Her butt looked okay, and the patch of fur on her mound was almost as blonde as the hair on her head. All in all, it wasn't Pamela Anderson, but it was more than sufficient to be arousing. Randall suspected that if he opened. ”“What’s this mother fucker’s name? I’ll go pay him a visit and teach him not to mess with married women.”“Marcel Beaufils, but you leave him alone. I’ll take care of Slick.”“I got your back, bro. You know, if you need an alibi or some shit.” I nodded and assured him that it wouldn’t be necessary.“Yeah, well, my cousin Pancho has a three-thousand-acre ranch out in West Texas. We bury that mother fucker out there, they never find the body.” I couldn’t tell if he was serious, but knowing.