Mike stands behind me and leans onto my back, I shiver as I feel the caressing of his chest hair on my back. He pushes two fingers into my pussy finge... fucking and juicing up my slit. I moan in ecstasy, writhing and moving back onto his fingers. I grab my arse cheeks and spread them apart to give him easier access. “Stop moving while I fuck you, do as your told,“ Mike says, as he slaps my arse cheek lightly, causing me to buck, but I make myself stay still and enjoy his fingers moving in and. I drop my head to my chest and open my eyes. I can see you kneeling down behind me now. You move the crop almost to the floor and bring it up hard against my cunt. Oh God, that hurts so much. The pain of the crop burning into my clit. I close my eyes tightly, trying to absorb the pain I feel in my poor cunt. Again. And again. You continue to whip my cunt. It is raw from the leather slicing into it. The tears are rolling down my cheeks now. But I also can feel the wetness in my cunt building.. Then she hesitated before asking a difficult question. “Maddi, do you hate me? Y’know, because I get to live with Mom?”A moment of static silence blurred before Maddi answered. “No, Di. Of course not. I have my own Mom.”“I love you, Maddi.” Diana sniffled. “You’re my best friend.”Typing away on her laptop for well over two hours, Maddi found herself pleasantly surprised. The coursework at Moringa was much more challenging than she anticipated. She continued to work diligently on her historical. I watched some TV. I played some game on my Commodore 64, not sure what it was now. I even went downstairs and got myself a beer. I turned the TV on in my room and fell asleep. I woke at about 8, after two hours sleep. Showered and changed into a T-Shirt and shorts, went downstairs, grabbed another beer and went onto the patio, lounging on the comfy garden furniture, listening to the night and some music on the stereo.At about 10pm, however, my quiet and relaxation was broken by the raucous.