Brian had removed the vacuum cups from her breasts, leaving the nipples swollen and grotesquely distend, a prime target for the groups birch rods, but...their favourite target was her pussy. Its pumped, distended labia was turning red and purple with all the repeated, severe strokes of the birch across her pubic mound and cunt lips. A drum started a slow, rhythmic beat as the special volunteers began to chant while they circled Beth’s bound figure. I beckoned to Marnie and Andrea to bring salves. After a time being exiting with the idea of see her naked, now I know well her like a. nudist and exhibitionist too. Started with single small details, as most of the great thinks starts. I used to be at her home for holidays and some weekends, in company of others, thinking about the hidden treasure that was under her lingerie, until one day... It was a sunny, hot day, we were talking about to go for a walk and do some shopping looking for a nice day of relax in her home. She was so persuasive. Something about it was fascinating – people were pulled to touch and pat and stroke it, and rather than finding it annoying as so many women do, Julie reveled in it. She was very proud of being a mother, so proud she virtually glowed with it. Jim, too, was a proud father, and he was often seen standing behind Julie, his arms around her, one hand resting lovingly on her belly feeling for kicks and movements.The casual observer would not notice that rubbing Julie’s belly would make her very wet,. I accelerated past the truck, aware that we were near our destination. I looked to Ashley, who had opened her eyes and now appeared to be coherent. I pulled my fingers from her again, to which she flinched, and I instructed her to lick my hand clean. She grabbed my wrist with both hands and began frantically sucking her juices from my fingers. It was like she was possessed; like she was dying of thirst in the desert and the only water for miles flowed from my fingertips.As she was doing this, I.