Long ago I had learned that being scared made a spanking a lot more torturous. If I was afraid of it, afraid of how much it was going to hurt, I would...be terrified and the terror was a lot worse than the physical pain."Now, young lady", it was Mom being indignant again, "you are going to learn to show respect to your parents and not contradict us in public."I thought to myself that the home of my Aunt, my godmother, was hardly "in public". It didn't matter.It started almost immediately. The. Though her pussy pulsated in recollection of her lewd behavior, Sue could not avoid the fact that she might have put her relationship with Dan in danger. If Dick could not be cool about what had happened between them-if he insisted on pushing for more-how would she deal with it? She had put herself in an untenable position, just as she had known she would if she yielded to her forbidden lust. If it had not been for the alcohol... but she knew she could not honestly blame the booze. She had done. The guys were very rough with my boobs sucking them in turns, sometimes two at a time.And finally, when the six guys were finished my boobs hung red and sore. But of course, it was not enough for them. So one of them suggested that they would fuck me through the window itself. He asked me to lie down on the bed with my legs spread and position myself as close as I could to the window. I put my butt on the window sill and pushed my cunt as much as I could through the bars. One guy tried licking. Her sadistic glee dwindled. Her brow furrowed as she didn’t feel me licking her. Frustration grew in her eyes. She realized I had figured it out. That this wouldn’t work.The frustration built and built as she rubbed my face into her cunt. “Lick me or die!” she hissed. “Feast on my cunt!”“No,” I said into her pussy. “I’m good.”My words were muffled, but I bet she understood the flippant tone. I hung there calm as she grew angry. Her nostrils flared. This wasn’t what was supposed to happen. Had.