It must be a small village filled with the people of this land. Once I find a place that feels right I wait for one particular day, for one particular...night. Thousands of years ago, on this day, was celebrated The Festival to The Lady, and it was celebrated with dance.Dusk creeps over the Land, but the Land does not rest, not on this night. There is a restless feeling in the air, as if everyone knows something is going to happen. Across the land lamps and hearth fires beckon. I hear the music. .....and still knowing there was more to come. As if in answer to my perverted prayers again the sound of the leather strap whistles through the air and lands upon my tortured flesh with a resounding THWACK!! Now, Without the thin fabric of the panties between my naked flesh and the strap the pain seems more intense. Once again the blows are raining down on my ravished backside.....one after another, again alternating......first one cheek and then the other...SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!! it. "I rolled over onto my back again, and she stood over me at the head of the table. She had dropped her pants and was unbuttoning her blouse as I looked up at her, licking my lips. Her thick black bush was neatly trimmed, her labia were very long and dark, thin and curly, and her clit a firm little pink nub. She straddled my face as she unhooked her bra, and the last thing I saw was her huge tits falling free, nipples hard as huge erasers. I eagerly began lapping her sopping wet slit and. Not realizing that he was now alone, he charged to attack Robyn, who had dropped her bow and was drawing her sword. He grinned evilly when he saw her partially sheathed sword, and was still smiling when Miriam’s blade entered him from behind. The sisters, after seeing Pēteris was unharmed, hugged, panting.Pēteris’ foe had appeared to be the most skilled of the lot, because he managed to get his blade inside Pēteris’s guard; his sword point striking Pēteris above the heart. However, the point.