I don't think we need the wood pieces, since we can hold the gun inches from my pussy, but we do need the speculum. "Anna please try to murder your m...m's pussy by shooting my clit and the inside of my pussy 69 times each." After Anna paints my pussy, I beg Tom to paint it the same way and then I pummel my own womanhood, hoping and fearing that it will really be murdered. Each of us paint my pussy a total of 690 times inside and 690 times outside and then Anna has her pussy painted the same. " I don't know if I would have accepted. Only my sister slaves make me feel better when they comfort me and salve my bruises and the places I have been abused. But I want to be loved. I think I need to be loved. Please love me."Leaning forward from his cross-legged sitting, his lips touch hers carefully. The kiss slowly builds in passion. She takes his hand and places it on her head where he combs through her thick, dark hair. Her brief tension soon vanishes under his tender strokes against her. The stark realisation began to hit me that I was indeed going to have my bottom smacked but it wouldn’t be some stranger from the internet doing it it would my pwn parents. In spite of this increased humiliation I began to accept my fate and finally aknowledged it to my Mum. ?Yes Mum I agree it is what I need?, I said between my sobs, she lifted my hands away from my face and smiled at me. ?Oh yes Emily there are going to be some big changes for you from now on? she grinned.She told me to go. The girls French kissed as they watched the three stallions leave and kept their eyes peeled for ponies. They spotted one over by a mare on the opposite end of the creek. They hopped in the water and swam to the other end of the creek. The mare was a beautiful black one with a brown nose and white spots on her rump named Missy. The pony was black like his mother, except he had brown spots on his flanks, his name was Prince. Greta rubbed his mane and kissed his soft nose in greeting.“Hey.