She knew that their sufferings in this war had also been considerable, and the scars and dismemberments were proof, if proof were needed that war was ...o more pleasant for the combatants than it was for innocents like her who had been dragged into its sphere.And then, hours of solitude with Sweetness whose tears of grief for Joy were intermingled with rage against the men who had treated her so badly. It was evening, so only a shadowy form of Sweetness could be seen in the narrow light passing. “Come on Pete. Tell me, or else.” “OK OK. Yes, I spanked myself with the hairbrush. You were such a turn on.” And did you masturbate when Daniel did?” “My goodness, how do you know that?” “I know Pete.” Silence from Pete. “Why don’t you ask me Pete?” “Ask what?” he said, almost in a whisper. “OK Pete, I’ll tell you then. “ Gemma paused, for effect, before saying “I know you want to be spanked.” There was silence still from the other end of the phone. Gemma became more confident. “You want me to. It looked more like it was abandoned since she hardly saw people walking on the street.In front of the apartment, a woman wearing men’s clothes was sitting on a chair reading a magazine. When she saw the car stopping nearby, she took her eyes off the magazine for a moment, but quickly looked back at the magazine; she didn’t seem very interested in the visitors.When they got out of the car, the three women approached the woman sitting in the chair, but she said nothing, simply pointed with one. My ass was smacking his legs loudly and he had ahold of both cheeks again, forcing me down roughly onto his lap. My legs were shaking and I could tell my orgasm was close. I ground my clit against him and just before I came, Jack began rubbing my clit with his fingers. I exploded into orgasm around his cock, my pussy squeezing and contracting around him while I screamed. I held onto his shoulders while he fingered my clit, riding out wave after wave of pleasure. I finally relaxed and rested on.