Meanwhile the boy dropped to his knees and positioned himself."Ready?" asked Lamar.The boy and girl nodded."Go!" said Lamar, starting the stopwatch.Th...re was only a moment's hesitation as the boy and girl looked at each other, then Marcy's nest was instantly full of throbbing cock and her mouth full of quivering, dripping labial lips. By the second thrust, Marcy felt the boy's pubic hair against her vulva, signaling he was buried completely within her. She thrusted backward to meet his forward. Insteadof the seat cutting into my thighs, my weight was spread all the wayaround. In the middle there was a hole where there was ... nothing. Iclosed my eyes and imagined I could still feel the dangling weight. Iimagined taking my cock and aiming it and ... there it goes. I saggedwith relief and it was over in an instant. That's what having a smallbladder means.I had to kick the thong off to wipe. It wasn't just the urine - I had todry off my inner thighs. It's just a vulva, I repeated to. She held up the quirt, and said, "I want you to whip me with this ... hard. Hang me up just by my wrists, with my toes just touching the floor." She held up the other object in her hand, which turned out to be a mask. "Blindfold me so I can't see where you're going to hit me." That will hurt. You know what I can do with that quirt." That's why I'm asking. I want this to hurt, right from the start. No warm up with a flogger. Just the quirt, and do it like you mean it." What's your safeword?" No. " Danielle" I said softly, "Go down and lock up, then come up and makesome toasted sandwiches for all of us. There's ham, cheese and tomatoesin the fridge. I'll talk to your mum for a couple of minutes, OK,please?"Danielle nodded and went as asked; I pulled Laura to me and hugged her.She promptly burst into tears. I leant against the Rover and pulled herinto my arms. Slowly the tears dried up. "Please don't let go." I won't." I replied."When I was in labour, I prayed and prayed that I would.