I pushed my way past her taking no notice of what she said. “You’ll never get to see me naked again if you don’t leave this house right now”�...au contraire” I said, “ you should take a look at something.” I went into her living room and put on the recorded tape of her and her brother. As she stood there I saw her face begin to drop, she tried to maintain her air of superiority but it was futile, she knew as well as I did what was coming.“so what” she said “you wouldn’t dare tell anyone about. ? I will show you mercy after you receivethe 40 lashes you deserve for? failing tomeet quota in? plowing the fields. ?The disciplinarian then proceeded to continue the whipping to the delight ofthe native farm workers assembled for the public punishment. This was the monthly ? PunishmentDay ? at the ? Farm for Women Prisoners ?. On this day thoseprisoners that failed to meet their quota as slave laborers were punished withthe bullwhip. The slave on the Whipping Ladder had failed to meet her. At this i buried my head deep between her legs.Just as i did this her legs came up and engulfed my head,wrapping themselves tight around me.She began to come again and my mouth was flooded with her pussy juices.I swallowed as much as i could before beginning to choke.She let my head go and i came up for breath.I had a sticky,pussy juice covered face and her pussy was soaked as well.She pulled me to her and kissed me on the lips saying,"God that was good.You certainly know how to get me. I'm not sure when I had closed them. He was studying my body, lusting after what he saw, craving the chance to fuck my inner-child - without the inconvenience of my outer-adult getting in the way."I was never molested as a child," I said.His face cringed. I smiled, stuck out my tongue a little and bit it, enjoying the impish pleasure."Why did you say that?" he asked. "I already knew."I giggled. "I want it to be real for you," I said. "When I was this age, if you had come back in time to visit.