I nervously walked behind Grandma and reached my hands for her strap. Her skin felt so warm and soft, I got lost in the moment and couldn’t get the ...amn thing to unhook if my life depended on it. Grandma shuffled her feet a little bit towards me, but it was enough for her butt to come into contact with my engorged penis. “Watch where’s you pointing that shotgun, mister!” teased Grandma, which didn’t help me at all, making me even more nervous and unable to unhook her bra strap. I had just. " She had a point, many would have turned Kaaren's offer down flat."I admit, I almost did myself for that same reason. I didn't want to be awoman, and I still don't, but I wanted redemption, and I wanted the giftsshe possessed to undo my failure." I told it like it was."Michael, what's the matter with being a woman, you won't always be awoman. She will be back, won't she?" I don't mean it like that, but come on, you understand the mind betterthan I do, women can be like men with little to. ”Rick, to her delight, had her pussy, two fingers inside and that wondrous tongue on the outside, working hard, making her shake.Carl was weird, lurking by the doorway with Peter next to him, but she appreciated being watched, a kink Peter had discovered early on in their relationship.“Oh, God, someone knows how to pleasure a woman,” she exclaimed, grabbing a handful of Rick’s hair.Peter clicked his tongue and looked away. She had mentioned that before, after the threesome they had with Rick a. The shiek agreed . The whipping began and the first lash across the back of the English beauty brought an ungodlyscream from her . She screamed throughout the whipping but each time her voice grew weaker unless the camel whipwas brought up in an uppercut to her pussy. At these lashes, and there were 10 of these, her screams reached the far corners of this desertkingdom.Finally the 50th lash landed across her tits and the whipping was completed. Christine Jones hung on the whipping tripod.