Her muscles tightened in tiny spasms until she was writhing and coiling against him. Their bodies slapped together as the pace of their lovemaking too... on a frenzied pitch. Joe rolled and pared with her undulating hips. Soon they were both crying out, not caring who may hear their tremendous passion. Joe jabbed into Robin relentlessly, her long legs lifted with the force of his steady fucking with each thrust. Joe felt his load gather in his balls and prepared to withdraw in time, but Robin. She started screaming and was aware that there was something small and cold rubbing her clit, her spine erupting with arctic electricity as it combined with the feeling of the thick pole in her used pussy.“OH SHIT!” she screamed and her body arched clear off the bed. The only thing holding her up as her orgasm crushed her mind was the cock drilling her cunt and the back of her head, her legs held in a wide split and her arms were flailing at her sides. She felt a mouth on her left nipple, then. They all giggled but agreed. “And they scalp them,” the youngest said.“Scalp?” she wanted to know.“No, we can’t do that,” Roger Savage’s brother said. “So what shall we do?”They thought about that, and then one suggested that they could spank her instead.“Hey, cool,” was the general comment.“Yeah,” another said, “Spanking an adult; that’ll be so cool.”“So, Mrs. Swanson,” the Savage kid said, “Shall we spank you?”“Are you intending to hurt me?” she wanted to know, using a very tiny voice.“No,. After three months of touring I stopped at a small town hundredsof miles south of the City, There I stopped for a few days to rest up. Seatedat a small side walk café drinking a glass of wine, I was approachedby a handsome young man. 'Perdone me, senorita," he said, "may I show you the sights of our beautifulcity?" I was a little taken back by his abruptness but sensed that he posed no particularthreat to my well being. After all, this was the twentieth century, wasn'tit. And we were on very.