Crying out with only a whimper through her gag, tears start to stream down her cheeks. Why she asks herself, and thinks who are these?..but before the...thought can finish her thighs and ass are on fire from the cane blow that lights up her skin. Although only a medium blow it is a feeling of pain she has never experienced. Repeatedly the cane lashes into her backside, red and purple starting to rise with welts. She wants to scream but cannot, as she needs to gasp for air. The cane blows are like. As soon as they were gone, Angie announced that she had talked him into buying us some beer and he had left it by a tree on the other side of the lake so we wasted no time getting it and going to party at a secluded sand pit. It was 10:30 or so when Angie said we better get home before our cerfew. When we got to the house, Angie was going in and I remembered I was supposed to check on the dogs and shut them in thier kennel before I went to bed so I told her what I was going to do and would be. She was masturbating and moaning quite loudly. Sandra blushed, biting her lip, but watched quietly. She was wondering how the situation had come about, but was far too shy to ask anyone. As she watched she noticed that the boys had themselves well in hand, they were jerking off and aiming at the collared slut… she was gasping, ‘yes, yes give it to me, squirt all over me guys…I want it… I need it.’ Sandra could only explain it by thinking that she was still excited from earlier… either way, she. I could actually feel her ass. I grabbed her ass and kept pressing slowly and harder sometimes and pinched a bit. Her breathing had increased but luckily there was an aunty standing in front of her so she didn’t cared about what was happening behind(though I was doing all this carefully).I literally pressed her ass with lust and I wonder how controlled her moans and then I started poking my dick again slowly and put my hand inside her kurti from down so that no one could see and I touched her.