The thought of someone maybe watching her touching herself is so erotic and horny that she decides to pull her stomach in and sliding her hand inside ...er pants for better access. Oh god, that's so wet and hot down there, she slides her hand over her pussy mound and slips one finger so easy between her pussylips, it almost feels like she's swallowing her hand. Her ring finger follows her middlefinger to the inside of her wetness and being sat down, she has to part her legs ever so slightly to. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She squeezed Gabe's hand as if her life depended on it."It's okay, Bailey," he said, stroking her hair calmly."Don't let them ... promise me..." She couldn't continue and burst into tears again. She began to hyperventilate."Would you excuse us for a moment?" Gabe asked her family. They solemnly filed out of the room and closed the door.He sat on the edge of the bed and held her close to him. She cried for a long time. Partly from the pain. Partly from fear.. I knew my nipples were becoming erect and quivers raced across my pussy. Much as they did when Claire took the hairbrush to my bare bottom. I realised then that I was getting aroused by the caning. When the sixth stroke landed I told myself I was half-way through but at the same time my pussy was quivering more and I was edging an orgasm. The next two strokes heightened my feelings and by the ninth it was like I was skating through the pain; even wishing the next stroke would happen. The cane. Her slightly fishy odor was arousing. She grabbed my shaft and guided me into her warm gash. She put her face down on the table giving me a better view of old used holes and ass. Her pussy gripped me as I pulled out of her, every back stroke would turn her inside out. I would pull out just enough to see the outline of my cock head inside her inside out pussy. I had a firm hold of her ass as I slowly slid in and out of her. I used long complete strokes feeling every inch of her. She guided my.