"Once you get me there, I'll quickly re-write the file and it will thenattach itself. When I give you the go-ahead, send the email."I clicked and drag...ed the pop-up and placed it in the open emailfolder. I waited and watched as the screen flashed and jumped as Mikere-worked the file. It was less than 30 seconds before the email showedan attachment linked to it and a short message appeared in the body ofthe otherwise empty email. It said "Send it now!" I hit the send buttonand watched as my. "While Iprepare the next implement, I want you to remember what clothespins arefor," he said sneakily. He took off the clothes pins, and Icould see my flattened nipples. Pete rolled them around in his handswhile I tried to contain the pain, then he re clipped the clothespins on in theopposite direction on the very tip. My nipples were white hot withpain. "Keep those hands on your head!" Pete said as hebegan walking away. When Pete came back moments later, he hada long, thin tree branch in. “Your head isn’t the only thing that hurts,” said Barbie, staring straight at his penis, which now hung low, semi-flaccid. “Are you happy now, Julie? You made him go all soft.”Julie’s face fell and tears ran down her cheeks. In an instant Barbie was up on her knees, walking toward her sister.“Don’t cry!” she whined. Her own eyes filled with tears. “I didn’t mean it.”She didn’t articulate just what it was she didn’t mean, but it didn’t matter. Both girls hugged each other and boo-hooed together.. But no amount of pleasure could silence her mouth. She could easily be heard anywhere in that wing of the mansion."Oh God, mommy, I'm cumming! Keep pounding your little girl! Oh fuck! Slam that cunt into me! Slam that clit hard! You loved spanking this teenage ass, didn't you, mommy? Oh fuck, I love it too. I fucking love spankings. Get a hairbrush, mommy! Take me over your knee. Beat that fifteen year-old ass! Oh, God, hump my cunt, mommy! Hump my fucking cunt. Oh shittt!!!"Two doors down from.