Like the cane before it, the whip mercilessly kissed the woman’s flesh and her tears wetted my thighs as her cries pushed into me like a physical pr...sence. I kept my eyes locked on Alexandra’s, counting the strokes of the whip until the ninth when I feigned the beginning of an orgasm. I lifted my hips, closed my eyes and threw my head back. I am not sure now if it was an act or if I genuinely experienced an orgasm. I let out a deep moan and arched my back, pushing my hips up to the blonde’s. __________________________________________ ‘I can’t believe it, this has got to be incorrect,’ Kathryn said. ‘Told you,’ said Jim The report back from the State Lab showed no blood on the bat taken from the bar or the clothing worn by Denny Morgan. Kathryn was shaken, but it got worse. Moments later she was called to Under Sheriff Ferguson’s office. Jack Ferguson was old school. If he had his way, no female would work road patrol. There was one exception to that belief, Miss Kitty, as they. Leaning up to give Rahul a kiss, both were stunned to hear a car pull into the driveway followed by the slamming of a car door.In a flash Ruchi grabbed both her shirt and bra and was up the steps. Rahul could hear the thumping of her feet in the hallway and the slamming of the bathroom door. Meanwhile Rahul wrestled with his hard cock to put it back in his pants and get situated before his sister came through the door.“Ruchi, where are you!” Neeta hollered as she burst through the front door. My smooth shaved pussy open and wet, and easy to get to whenever you want. Oh,’ she added, teasing, ‘what if my skirt is too short, or the wind blows it up, and everyone sees my hot pussy? Is that okay, baby?’ ‘I want to watch you play with yourself. With your clothes on. Just pull up your dress and finger yourself.’ ‘O-oo, yeah baby, You want that when we get home? Or in the car on the way home? Or do you want me to do that out in public? Maybe under the table in a restaurant? You want to see.