She could hear Daniel picking up a birch and then practicing, swishing it several times. She was blind. She couldn't see him, but she could hear. She ...ould hear the birch. She could hear its swish, and he could see her. He could see. He could see her spread open pussy vulnerable and waiting to be hit. He could see her quivering tits - another swish - and she tensed, her legs wide open, anticipating the pain, the shock, the attack: while he looked in pleasure at her nakedness - and swished.Oh. That kept her name out of the system and made it harder to be found. I told her that was smart. She looked at me as if no one had ever called her smart before. I asked her how she felt about the rivalry between clubs and the violence that came with the life. She told me that she had been raised by an independent rider and that she had accepted that she would be dead by 30 and that payback was a bitch and it always comes around. I said well you want to go HOME, as in her joining me at my place.. ”“It’s going to be a quiet week this week, take a few days off, I have Barbara with me this week, she can help me. But Friday and Saturday I will need you.”“Ok, Patsy.” grabbing my backpack I headed out.My plan for today was to give the car a compound, putting the buffering adaptor on the drill I started from the back working towards the front, using the finest compound. Just to remove a thin layer of the paint to give it that showroom look. It was 5 pm when I’d finished with the buffering. I. They finally figured it out and gave each other several orgasms with their tongues and fingers. By morning they were exhausted and their mother could not understand why. Karen and Angie had a special relationship with each other from then on. It wasn't until well after both were married and moved away from each other that their sexual relationship stopped. They had talked many times about rekindling that part of their relationship, but husbands were always around and they could never make it.