They whip her belly, and she feels something breakinside her. And then (dear Lord, no!) the crop artist spreads open thehood of her clit, exposing her...sweet tender love button. He brings hisinstrument down hard, right on target, once, twice, a third time, andshe knows at last what hell is.They take her again, trading off, the two who masturbated before usingher throat and cunt this time. They are rougher now, more violent.They've had their pleasure already. This is about hurting her. The**** is. Ouan’s hands have never felt anything like the firm softness of her body. His hands, inflamed and hot, rub and squeeze her round breasts, slide down her stomach and down between her legs. The woman opens her thighs so that Ouan can soap down below, rubbing for the longest time. She is bald down there as well as her head, smooth and slippery as an eel. The woman at last hisses out a long breath with her eyes tightly shut. She now pulls the plug and stretches out in her bath on her. "you go here, you, over there...that's right...they needto be chopped way back...chop em back real good." "ok men, i amgoing inside to get a beer. cervezas anyone?" there were "si's"all around and my dad went inside. i was mortified. by closing my eyes i knew iwasn't hiding but it was all i could do. the chopping began and leaves andblooms were landing on me left and right. they were talking and laughing asthey worked. i scrunched down lower. the beers arrived andthey stopped to admire their. He had greying hair, which looked slightly greasy. He also smelled slightly musty but was in no way drenched in sweat. As Danny looked at the typical Portuguese trinkets on display he could feel the shopkeeper approaching. The aisle was quite tight and so Danny moved as close to the shelf at his back in order to let the guy pass. As he did so he was sure he felt the back of the shopkeepers hand brush past his groin, although he didn't dwell on that for too long as he thought the old guy was.