"So back we went, me reluctantly behind my new tormentress, sobbing andbegging please, please, please and my aunt Margaret taking up the rear.Once aga...n I mounted the hated horse, Allison picked up the cane whichshe had replaced on the rack. My aunt however, told her that the bestcanes were kept in a shallow tank at the end of the room and they walkedover and selected a long, dark, evil, whippy, dragon cane from the tank.I groaned inwardly knowing that this was going to be so much morepainful.. “Nice views, isn’t it?”He put his arm around her waist and gave her a glass of wine. She sipped it and sighed as the cold liquid went down her throat.“Yeah, it is. So, are we just going to stand here or will we get started on the reason I came here in the first place?”Brian laughed. “You are very forward; aren’t you?”Bianca shrugged her shoulders and put down the glass on a small table next to them. Then she turned to him and looked up. She only reached his chest that’s how tall he was. She. "Now, I know how little pressure it takes to pull a trigger too far, so I didn't move. In a calm voice, I said, "OK, son, you've got the drop on me. What do you want?" Have you got any more food? I'm starving."As far as I am concerned, there was only one answer to that. "Son, please point your gun away from me and I will fix you some breakfast. If you're worried about what I might do, just go sit on that tree stump. You'll have plenty of time to get your pistol around and shoot me, if you have. He even brushed her G-spot as she went down. Matt looked at her and grabbed her hips getting ready to pound her once she settled into it. Liz lowered herself down slowly, loving the feeling as it went in and more in as did Matt, feeling the tightness of her."This feels so good…" she said as she settled. Now that he was all in she started to jump up and down on his pole as Matt helped her. "Ah… ah… ah…"Matt grabbed her hips and started pushing her down every time she went up, hoping this would.