She hung almost parallel to the ground but angled somewhat towards Pierre, who brought the birch down hard onto her tensed buttocks. He beat her again...and again. Her soft cries became harsher and her breathing heavier until she turned her head and sank her teeth into the flesh of her upper arm, groaning. Pierre’s face was a demonic mask of glee as splinters of birch twig flew around the twisting form and her arse reddened and then turned purple under the punishment.“Forget the birch” Dmitri. ” Totally ignoring my embarrassment. I stiffened, causing my solid member to run up against her ass. “Don’t be so shy, I’m not gona bite.” Beth thought for a second, “Well, I might.” She had a look in her eye. At this point she had rolled to face me, and was rubbing me through my thin clothing. As time went buy I loosened up.“So, not planning to sleep?” I echoed her previous comment.“Me? Not much. You have no idea how much I have been looking forward to this ever since I saw you. Something. I had closed it firmly before dinner; it was open during our rushed fit of buggery, a fact that now came into conscious focus, and it was open wider now.“Come out,” I said, facing the closet. “Come out or I’ll come get you.”The closet door slid open and Melissa walked out, rather as I expected and much to my delight. “That was very impressive, sir,” she said. “Very exciting.”She came to a stop about a yard in front of me, her face with a light sheen of sweat, her nipples fully erect under her. "Beall nodded to the ladies, who were both wearing hooded riding capes, and stuck his hand out to Mr. Foster who stared at him a minute and then shook his hand. "Beall," said Mr. Foster. "You kin to the rapscallion here that knocked out my tooth?" Yessir," Alexander Beall said. He cocked his head sideways and peered at Foster's mouth. "I'm his uncle. Thought he got two. Shows how folks exaggerate." This isn't funny, Beall," Foster snarled. "These halfwit bandits have taken the law into their.