She gasped as I licked at her pussy through the cotton panties. The dry flavor of the cloth combined with her sweet cream. She gasped and shuddered. I...felt her cuntlips through her cloth and could tell she was shaved. Her breasts jiggled in her top as she shuddered. Her eyes were wild. She grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and ripped it up. Her gray bra was a darker shade from her panties, the stretchy material cupping her round breasts. That came off a moment later, her dusky-pink nipples coming. Right now, you need to help me and the rest of us, taking care of the gear and animals.”Without waiting for an answer, I called the rest group. “Let’s get your gear off Jughead and stacked on the porch.” I pointed to one of the group, he had been limping, and I was concerned about possible frostbite. “You, what’s your name, partner.”“I’m Kyle, sir. Kyle Edwards.”“Kyle, I need you to get the tarps out of that box over there on the end of the porch. When we get your gear off, Jughead, we’ll cover. I never play scratch tickets. Those things are a sucker bet. I consider a scratch ticket as having odds less than a slot machine and we all know what moneymakers slot machines are for the casinos. I remember not long ago, they uncovered a big scandal where employees were stealing cash that came in from lottery agents before it was counted. Now, I am not talking about a few hundred dollars here and there. The employees were reaching in big bags of uncounted and unaccounted for money and stealing. I enjoyed how Mike's body began to quiver in anticipation of the intermittent pops that were upping his pain. Finally, with my breathing rapid and armpits moist, I stepped forward, bent, and spoke loudly by his ear. "Michael, where are you and do you desire more?" Mike was on the edge and wanted to step over, so he felt the pain build as Mistress Ginger began to flog him more quickly and powerfully. Gradually, although he continued to feel the blows, their pain faded behind a warm floating.