.. just strong, glorious thrusts into her well-lubricated hole that gleefully accepted what was providing her.She squealed again and again, every time...that I rammed my spear into her.Although I could hear abuse and encouragement being shouted at us from the crowd, I was oblivious to what was being said as I immersed myself into the fantastic tingling that was emanating from my loins. I became suddenly aware of my surroundings as I noticed the Captain kneel down next to me.'Come on Cabin Boy',. The smacks were picking up pace and she soon began hitting the back of my legs, covering the top part of the back of my thigh."Aaahhhh... Ouchh.....aaarrgggggggg..."My body began flailing around, my legs kicked out and my arms trying to reach my bottom to both offer some form of protection and beg for a notion of mercy."What's the fucking matter? Can't handle a little spanking from your smaller sister you fucking bitch?!"Even with the pain my body was enduring I sensed a snicker in her voice,. BUT. EXPENSIVE!!She had made tentative enquiries with local estate agents and the property prices were sky high around here!! If she sold her house she would only get a two bedroom apartment for that kind of money. But she would be within walking distance of this heavenly place. The thought of walking over in the early morning, the feel of the dew-laden grass on her naked feet was so utterly intoxicating that she had difficulty controlling her driving for some minutes. She made her mind up. She. ’ ‘Carson will be fine.’ ‘Harry, or if you wish Randolph.’ ‘You have two names — one informal, one formal?’ ‘My given names are Randolph Quentin Grierson, but I rebelled against being dubbed Randy, which frightened away females as I reached my teens. So I had it legally changed to Harry Quentin Truscott — Truscott, my mother’s maiden name. I write under my adopted name.’ ‘Ohmigod, you write the detective series about Diomedes Mantell and his sidekick Jessie Chicago. I’ve read all eleven in the.