“Hey Dave” Mandy greeted me when I answered. She sounded cheerful which eased my worries some.“Mandy, how are you doing?”“I’m great, altho...gh I’m kind of shocked by how much of a little strumpet I was acting earlier!”I couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Strumpet? Really? Have you been reading old English novels again?”Mandy’s corresponding laugh was bright and she responded “not really. It was a tossup between being a strumpet and feeling wanton. The older words just fit better for some. Maybe that’s why she kept going to Adams studio? Not just for the money, but for the excitement and the feelings she felt deep within her own being.After seeing that she was ok, he next retrieved a set of strange looking boots from some where behind her and pulling up a stool in front of her told her to lift her right leg.Jade Lee did as he asked and he removed her shoe and sock. Taking the boot, he slipped her foot into it and pulled it up her leg then he began to lace it up tightly. The boot. He ...?” Sampson asked again, his voice calm, his tone assertive.Shaking with exhaustion, Catherine collapsed into a fit of deep, convulsive sobs. “I don’t know!” she cried through gritted teeth, before once again, she slipped away into the welcome darkness.Chapter 33 – Waking Catherine, The Whipping Post, 9:25 am May 12th 1864Catherine’s body dripped with blood. Her skin was welted and raked, whipped for a second time to the point of losing consciousness. But she had told them nothing, apart. With a hot gulp, she settled her tight pussy onto his prick."Wanna see me bounce up and down?" Sharon asked, a soft whimper coming from her. She pressed the hairless lips of her cunt onto the base of her brother's cock, grinding in a slow, revolving motion. - "Yeah!" Jimmy grunted."Okay!"Sharon pumped her small ass up and down, stabbing her cunt with his throbbing prick. She gurgled in pleasure, then sat upright on his cock. She twisted her tiny, sweet nipples, her blue eyes smoldering with.