She reaches for it, and for a moment her hand trembles with nervous anticipation so badly that she cannot seat the stylus into the grooves of the reco...d. Then she steadies herself and starts the music. It’s an old, slow jazz album with a swaying saxophone beat. She begins to sway in tune with it, letting her hips slowly carry her back towards her audience. Each time she shifts her hips, she gives a little more momentum to her right hip than her left, so that the music guides her around in a. They turned and looked out over the valley. They stood for a while with her standing in front of him and with his arms around her. He lowered his head and kissed her neck. She leaned back into him and turned her head and kissed him."We ought to go back and see if the girls are awake," he said softly."Fuck 'em, I want to stay here in your arms."Brad laughed, "Listen to the mouth on that woman."They turned and started down the road. She took his hand and they walked hand-in-hand. They stopped. "Th-th-thank you, sir, pleasehit me again…" I continued beating her with the belt, slowly and rhythmically. I variedthe strokes – some I aimed at her inner thighs, some at her flat stomach,but mostly I aimed at her cunt. From her reactions I soon learned what hurtthe most, so I focused on those targets. After about ten minutes and a fewdozen strokes, the entire area of her genitals and thighs were turning a noticeablered. The belt wasn't really causing damage – I hated the idea of scarsor. ” he said with a smirk. He held out his cell phone to show me 5 or 6 photos that he must have taken of me fucking and sucking his two friends that day. “You are such an asshole. Why would you do that” I asked. “Cause I’ve always been your pimp daddy and you know you love dis here cock.” he said as he tossed his phone on the bed and began to pull down his drawers. I backed up and put my hands on his chest to push him away, but he shoved me onto the bed and slid up my dress that I was wearing. He.