I didn't know how to react, as much as I tried to fight it I kept remembering her with two of her fingers deep inside her moist vagina, and her other ...and inside her mouth as she sucked on her fingers and repeated the words "fuck me like the little slut I am". As I looked in her eyes I saw the sparkle she had only when she was close to an orgasm. She crawled under the blanket and cuddled against me, I could feel her pushing her ass against my cock and rubbing my leg with her toes. "My privates. . his sperm and something else. What? It smelled of Brenda. He remembered her particular odor, that body smell that meant she was horny, that she wanted him inside her. The smell hung heavily in the air. There were tears in his eyes.The statuette. Where was it? There! That lump under the covers. It was... it wasn't quite the same. Its limbs seemed to have changed position, to have stretched out. And its face... The eyes were closed now, and there was that expression of ecstatic abandon he had. She sat on the chair, legs wide apart so I could see her pussy, and she started to play with herself.“I like to watch your face as it tries to cope with the pain and to hear your pathetic attempts to take your punishment without being a wimp. But I know that you will soon be shouting and begging me to get the cane to stop and that just makes me even wetter.”With that, she took a deep breath and plunged two fingers deep inside her now wet pussy.The cane cracked across my defenceless buttocks for. “Mandy!” I cried in desperation and tried to jump up and grab my diary, but two pairs of hands latched onto my arms and held me down. “Sit on her legs,” Liz ordered Jen, who immediately complied. I squirmed and pulled, but I didn’t stand a chance against the three girls. Then Mandy started to read from my diary, and I gave up struggling. Instead, tears started to trickle down my cheeks. “Dear Diary,” she read, “I don’t know what is wrong with me. Why I’m having this thoughts when I play with.