He swung the whip and threw his head back when the leather met her flesh with a snap. Seconds after he hit her, a red welt rose on her back. She had o...ly grunted through her gag, but the sight of the perfect scarlet stripe was enough to have his cock rising. He swung again, harder, and she squealed. The tip of the whip drew blood, and he watched the bead swell until it started trickling down her back. He grew harder. He needed to hurt this other badly, though, and he started whipping her. Even if it's the name of my Province. For me, it's my Country.Oh, now I understand. You are a separatist, you want your Quebec province to be your country.Are you crazy, Hostie? I don't want to know nothing from that shit!I do not understand anything anymore.I tell you before, it's simple! You ask me what country I come from, I answered Quebec because Quebec is my country, but I don't really want it to be my country, it would be too much trouble. I just want to say it. So, why don't you just. Wat kijk je zip zegt ze. Is alles goed. Ja tante alles is goed. Kom binnen en lust je een bakkie. Ja graag tante zeg ik mat. Ze maakt koffie en komt tegenover mij zitten.Nu moet ik heel erg streng met je praten. Ik ben heel erg boos op je. Hoezo tante stamel ik. Verleden keer had ik mij uitgesloofd om er goed en sexy uit te zien, maar je zei niets. Je zat met een rood hoofd en zweet op je voorhoofd en een harde lul naar mijn benen te kijken. Of dacht je dat ik dat niet zag. Wat val jij mij. "Oh, God!" I think to myself, "not now!" But it has no effect on what's happening, and soon, too soon, I have a big problem. In the dark and chatter of the slow journey, in the foggy conditions, I feel her shift her ass - there is a little intake of breath that only I can hear. Then I feel her move again; she is exploring me with her butt. I have one hand round her back, one hand across her lap, underneath her half open coat. My right hand is close to her left breast, and her imperceptible.