And he knew what she wanted. He lifted her legs on his shoulders. Then, looking at her lust-distorted face, he rammed his cock into Irmgard’s stretc...ed-up, gaping cunt. Abandoning all restraint, Irmgard screamed out, ‘Yes! Yes, Stefan! You love to fuck me, don’t you? God, I want it so much! Yes, Stefan! Fuck me hard! Yes, like that! Yes! Yes!’Irmgard’s raw, naked lust sucked them both into what seemed a forever tumbling torrent of orgiastic pleasure until, finally, spent, hoarse and out of. They called the others back to make a decision to attack them or not. Glendon MacDonald made the decision that made the most sense and let them return and not give themselves away to the others. Knowing Robert and the men were coming from the south passage and up Glen Sheil, the choice was clear to try and meet up with them, so they rode back down the way they came. They followed the winding bern and then swung around the soaring peak, riding up the slope on an angle, cutting off as much. She had several helpings which I had liberally dosed and seemed to be getting a little bit giddy. I had learned that she rarely drank. That night I got a little kiss and hug before I left.Time to change up the game a little so I invited her to my place for dinner that I would prepare. I kept her wine glass full and it definitely affected her. When we moved to the couch and I started up a chick flick, I sat close to her and got no objection when putting my arm over her shoulder. During the sad. The music was on full bore, the huge Saturday night crowd was cheering, clapping and yahooing, and Celeste heard it all through a sea of pain as yet another blow of the cane landed on her sore, red and swollen pussy lips. The ropes suspending her cut into her legs, arms and breasts as she swung slowly on stage, her knees held wide apart, the final act of a BDSM strip show and one which caused her real pain every fortnight. Scarlett prodded her with the end of her cane as she pranced around.