Shuddering, my tight butthole clenched his finger. Just before my knees gave out he pulled it out. “If you want to see why so many married women fuc... me, reach down and get it out, Lynn, assuming you aren't afraid to.” Eagerly, I obeyed, undoing his drawstring. I reached in and gasped as I felt the thick member. Still soft it was already as thick as a Red Bull can. I started to stroke it. Feeling it grow, I moved back, bent over at the waist, and stared down at it, ass in the air.Almost nine. Thump! He started to drive the stake in. Violet screamed and pulled hard at the nails that herd her to the table. There was no more time to play; she knew this would be the best chance to free herself and attack. Fortunately the man who was trying to kill her, by driving a stake up her entire body, had already been drained of a good deal of blood. This made him weaker than normal so his efforts were not having quite as much results as they might have. Rachel had decided what to do and was. The newness of this has your pussy dripping. You do as instructed as I slide my thumbs into my boxers and ease them down, my cock springing free. You're still slowly fucking yourself as I begin to stroke, letting you see my hand slowly slide up and down the shaft, the engorged veins standing out as you watch me watching you. In your lust your head starts to tilt back and you move to your clit, but that's not how this is going to go. I reach down and take you by the throat, gently holding but. My strength left my body, and the guys were no longer interested in holding me up. Jack sat on a stump and put me over his knee. He said I was his boy, and deserved to be spanked by his bare hand. I kicked, begged and cried, as he kept smacking me. He wouldn't stop. When I passed out, they tell me he stopped, and the crowd dispersed. He sat with me on his lap till I came back. "You need some more boy?" "No Sir, thank you Sir", I said. He smiled and said, "Good Boy"!Two guys that knew Jack.