With that he began striking her pert butt with his belt with each stroke she whimpered, each crack of leather on skin, a trial, desperately she tried ...o keep quiet, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of her cry`s. it for him became a challenge, harder and harder the strokes struck his face a mask of joy. She collapsed on the bindings, hung silently for the last few final strokes, then the film stopped her buttocks a mass of blue and purple welts, blood running in trickles down her legs.. The terrorists who demanded freedom and independence from the rule of their monarchy had been defeated five years ago.The pyknic, foul individual, who autolatrically styled himself as the Protector of Elgiva, obtruded his obsessive and misguided beliefs onto the small corner of her realm until she destroyed his abusive ideals with a decisive victory at the Battle of Gloosen, and his untimely and violent death.Over a mile away, the xanthic flags of her enemy, now assembled under her deceased. I may even wind up going on a couple of overnight road trips next week.”June had mixed emotions about Roger taking the overnight road trips. On the one hand, she hated him being away overnight, but, on the other hand, she would have those nights to plan visits to Rick’s and Maddy’s.“Why don’t you do one trip early next week and the other early the following week,” June suggested. “I hate your being gone for most of the week. With all the trips back and forth to Buffalo, we haven’t had much time. .. and no, she certainly wasn't stupidly in love with the aging man, anymore than a strikingly beautiful girl like Lydia Newell could be! It was his cock... his big, long, thick cock that she, Annie, wanted and had greedily needed ever since beautiful Caesar had wildly opened the hot, tight hole between her now, it seemed, continuously tingling thighs! It even figured, for Annie, that the exact same reason was responsible for the exciting white nakedness of the auburn-haired girl being where.