She could feel the low hum of the Ferrari's engine as the car sped smoothly along the canyon roads under the bright, moonlit sky. Loud techno music ro...red inside the car's small compartment, but it seemed muffled, as if being played somewhere off in the distance. Slowly, as if in a drug induced haze, she turned her head and looked across at the man behind the wheel. He looked to be in his mid thirties and had lean, rugged features. His short black hair was combed straight back, not a strand out. Waters. It's just that I never thought that she would ever die. When did it happen?" Yes, we all felt that way. The housekeeper found her this morning. She apparently passed during the night. She seems to have gone peacefully. There were no signs that she suffered." Thank you, Mr. Waters. When is the funeral?" Monday at 9:00 am" Isn't that an odd time of day for a funeral?" I guess there are no good times but that's what Mrs. Hutchinson provided in her will. You see she didn't want to cut into. She had a pair of tits to die for. I was already leaking pre-cum from the cock sucking lyn had done while I watched Steve fuck my wife.I serviced Lyn with my tongue, she had one of the sweetest tasting pussies ever. Lyn orgasmed twice while I tongued her, then it was time to fuck her. I positioned Lyn on her knees and slipped my hard cock into her willing folds, lyn wanted me to cum over her tits and I was going to oblige. I let Lyn know when I was about to cum, she rolled onto her back as I. Anne started crying, but that didn't stop Jane from working her out.The riding crop featured a small but thick leather flap at its end. Both sides of the flap had a fair amount of small but very sharp needle-like metal pins sticking out. With every smack, it would break the skin with numerous tiny puncture holes. Anne received smacks on her thighs and exposed torso, all around the alligator clamps and the zipper. With repeated hits on the same areas, blood started to trickle out of the puncture.