But."So they argued back and forth and eventually Mr. Winter agreed he could stay but that he would have to push the bike to the tent site."If you'd g...ve me a hand," the biker said, "It's soft sand all the way and the bike probably weighs about 400 Kg's or more."Mr. Winter gave in and the biker was allowed to ride it to the campsite. He stood outside, just daring him to rev it up or something.Later my dad said there would be trouble because this was a family camp and they shouldn't let in those. Where teachers delivered corporealpunishment to naughty school girls, and driving lessons ended in violentconsensual, lesbian sex on the backseat. Tied up girls were forced to enduretortures involving hot wax and strange clamps and devices. Cunts wherewhipped and spanked, asses paddled and slapped, breasts tied up and nipplesabused.I thought of my spanking last night. How Mistress Susan had made me explodeinto an all-consuming orgasm by treating my bottom to a skillful spankingand. "DADDY, YES, YES, YES, DADDY, FUCKING YESSSSSSSSSS!"The ecstasy I experienced under his mouth was incredible, out of this world, I knew I must have squirted because my juices were literally running down his face and beard as he came up into my open arms,I licked at them and savored the taste of myself as his hugely stiff prick slid into my hole yet again, I thought I would probably die with the pleasure of having a real man inside me for the first time in my life and the sheer perversity of it. " he said."O-Okay..." she gasped. He pressed forward a little, first feeling her asshole open slightly to his cock. "Uuunnnggghhhh," she groaned and tightened her hole, pushing his cock back out."Okay let's try it again," he said, pressing forward again. She started breathing heavier, and her hole opened a bit more to his insistent cock."Ohhh Gaaawd!" she screamed and tightened her hole again pushing his cock back out again. "Okay whore... let's go again," he said. This time she looked back at.