‘Please Sir, it’s hurting me,’ she sobbed as he continued to push the bottle into her tight cunt. Soon he couldn’t get it in any further, no ...atter how hard he pushed. The girl’s crying was annoying him, and leaving the bottle sticking out of her cunt he picked up a long whippy stick. Rubbing his wine limp cock with one hand, he began to beat her on her naked bottom. The harder he caned her the more she cried, until her bottom was red and flaming. He only stopped because he grew tired, and. She was in the bedroom, naked. I took my time and watched her dressing.First, Pat stepped into a pair of black bikini panties. She had her back to me, and I admired her ass while she put the bra from the set on. Then came a surprise. Pat put a black garter belt on and then black stockings.I had always liked Pat in a garter belt and stockings, but she hadn't worn them for quite a while.Next was a black skirt. The skirt had a slit up the right-hand side that went past her stocking top. From a. She giggled and asked if I were cumming and I told her no, that is pre cum, what is used to make it slick for sex. She looked up at me with intention to ask something but she resisted and looked back at my hard cock. She continued to touch me and let the pre cum gather on her finger tip and then she rubbed it between her fingers. She then smelled at it and gathered some more and tasted it. She looked up at me and smiled and then did something I would have never guest. She stuck her tongue out. After doing a lot of caressing on her entire body which had given me a big hard on, I started lifting her saree from her legs. Simultaneously I started licking her legs and moving my hands on her inner legs, which she didn’t try to stop. That gave me courage and I moved my hands out of saree and shifted it over to her silky stomach. I gripped her sleek tummy from either side with my hands and planted couple of kisses in and around her round navel. I think that aroused her as she held my head.