Licking up and down, paying attention to her clit which I pushed against and made circular motions around. Sarah's back arched and she pushed her hips...towards my face, grinding against me. As I put my fingertip to her entrance I could feel and taste that she was soaking wet. My finger slid in with ease and she gave out a loud moan. As I pushed my finger in deeper, I could feel her pussy contract around it and she began to breathe a lot quicker. Licking her clit harder and adding a second. Kevin’s Mother had shown her by using it on a cushion. She knew how to make his bottom sting. Sarah lifted the hairbrush and brought it down on his already reddening bottom. There was a loud smack as it hit home. Kevin howled and raised his bottom off Sarah’s lap as he bent his knees in pain, only to lower his bottom again and press his body down hard on Sarah’s thighs. Sarah smiled. This was an even better reaction than she had expected. Her husband taking the pain, squirming around on her. Despite the silver lining, she would be glad to get on the road again. The diner sat like an old Formica music box stuffed in a forgotten dark closet of the world, shining unearthly white in the despair. The buzzing of the florescent lights fed her growing anxiety. She eyed a jukebox in the corner but couldn’t get her legs to move. The old waitress squeaked over timidly. Clearly intimidated, she flopped a smudgy menu on the tabletop and asked if Leah wanted a beverage. She ordered coffee and. He was unsympathetic to my cries, as he continued fucking me. Not gently but like a mad man, the sensation I was getting was more like rape then pleasure. He was fucking me hard giving me pain with each stoke of his cock. I screamed at him, as the head of his cock pushed my panties even deeper into me. Tears stung my eyes as his cock kept pounding into me. I had fantasized about a gangbang but not like this, him using me the way he was hurt and soon his friends would be doing the same thing to.