' There'd been no tears - she merely climbed into her 'van and set off with the others for Iberica. Clonagh, on the other hand, sobbed uncontrollably....The two of them had grown quite close during the trip down to the White Mountains. It was, perhaps, the hardest thing to watch her go - she'd become like a daughter.Towards the 15 click mark, the army began to deploy to their positions. By rights, they should be safely out of range of any artillery from West Floral. The plan was to fan out and. I feel my own lusty juices moving inside me, feeling warm, I break away slowly and remove my light jacket. You can tell that I’m not wearing a bra because the stimulus of the kiss combined with cool night air have made my nipples hard, and you can see them through my shirt… I stand up and stretch, so that my ample breasts strain against the fabric of my shirt. On impulse, I decide to pull it up and over my head, removing it. As I undo my snug jeans, you look on, a little shocked as I say, ‘I. She took her sheer flimsy top off and slowly began rubbing her nipples while closing her eyes and dreaming of being the girl on the screen getting her brains screwed out. Her pussy started to throb and was becoming very wet. She slid her fingers down where she met her eager clit. By now it was throbbing so severe it ached and stood erect. She slid two fingers inside of her tight wet pussy and began to finger fuck herself. She let out a moan and continued to invade her wet hole faster and with. " May I please have ten strikes with the crop on my pussy?" she asked uncertainly."You want me to spank your pussy?" Yes, please," her face turned slightly red as she realized she was once again enjoying the humiliating tasks he demanded of her."Well then," he chuckled, "you're going to have to earn it. Get up."He grabbed her hair again and pulled her over to his chair in the corner of the room, then sat down and forced her to her knees. He pulled on her hair to bring her face close to his.