A series of bell chimes announced Caitlin's entry into the lingerie shop. Certainly a welcome noise as there had been only two customers that morning,...one was a quick pantie pick up, the other a friend of Aimee's who stopped by for a bit of tea and a chat. Aimee always had amenities at her shop, making it a point of being a place to not rush. Being a new shop in town Aimee wanted customers to really feel at home.The store was subdued outside with split display windows on either side of the. As he kissed his wet lips down her face and neck and began to play with her breasts, she wept silently. He continued playing with her breasts for a little bit, about five minutes. He was smacking them, lickin them, sucking them, squeezing them, and pinching them. Finally, he got bored, he began to rub the tip of his cock against her vaginal lips, trying to make them ready for hardcore penetration. "You ready for it?" Her Foster Father said, grabbing her waist."Please...please don't..." she. .. as it crashes down on me.. Tears wettting my blindfold.3. thwack, 4: oh god this hurts. 5..........My pussy is getting moist, the stinging on my arse is so painfull. I feel like i'm going to explode.A paddle hits my breasts... I try to move but I can't and again the paddle is brought down, my tits are on fire, my nipples swollen, red, near bleeding. You ask the men to stop.I am so relieved, an end... "Who wants to whip her pussy lips?"No master no, I try to cry out.A man with a deep voice. I took the time to reload the spent chamber and to holster my pistol just as a deputy marshal ran up and demanded to know what was going on. I told him about the whitewash being thrown on our shop and pointed out that the man had a number of fresh whitewash splotches on his clothes. Not only that, his boots were covered with the stuff.The deputy said, "Humph! It looks to me like you were justified in shooting the bastard. I will write it up that way. However, he ain't dead, yet. Who is going to.