No concept of sharing the hurt, of giving pleasure, of listening together to the musical thwump of the flogger, of serving the floggee… It's all ac...demic and selfish, - mutuality is dead, spiritual enjoyment gone….I used to row on the river (at Henley too), and a rhythm of 35 strokes to the minute was regular for me so that's what I look for now, full effort behind every stroke across my bum and back, but who is there out there prepared to go that far ? All the well-built ladies in scanty. The last he dropped with a headshot, the man crumpling backwards as his head exploded.Alyssa could see the woman was struggling with the torturous climb, exhaustion and injuries taking their toll. She was about to climb down to help, when she saw that the Largath had stopped its mad thrashing on the floor and was struggling to stand. It’s four eyes focused on the climbing crew-woman, both sets narrowing with hate.The scared teenager popped out the spent magazine on the shotgun and slapped in. I was so excited by that time I didn't pull my pants down; I took the damn things off and leaned against a piling knowing I would regret it later but too damn aroused to let that stop me..My fingers found my clit and the pussy juice that had started to drip down my legs and I gave myself the most amazing orgasm. I would not have cared at that point who walked by because I needed to be fucked and I was going to finger my pussy until I squirted all over my hand.Forgive me I have to take care of. When did you and Tommy do it?" Stop calling me a kid, John. You're an hour older than me! And besides, I'm a woman now," she said cheekily."When?" Last month." Well, then I've still got you beat. I did it with Annabeth Turnbull last year." What? No way. She's like four feet tall!" (It was closer to five, in truth). "She couldn't take a -- a cock like that! It's too long, and too thick, and --" she trailed off, and they stared at each other in silence for a moment, faces flushed, breathing.