Because Jason was the most powerful man who had ever thrashed her. The weals were long, running the full length of the curve of each buttock cheek, th... last few inches of them turning purple-black. Never for a second did the wildly frantic writhing and kicking out cease... and it continued even after the final merciless stroke fell. “Well done,” Jason called to Quentin, “Let’s see if that’s made that bitch change her mind.” Jason replaced the rod and walked around to the front of the pillory,. He promptly took off his clothes and lay down his towel, revealing a firm and slowly rising dick. I grinned to myself, wondering if he was embarrassed and went back to my sunbathing. A few moment later I feel his shadow cross my path and, when I open my eyes, I see him wading through the shallow water in front of me with the stiffest, shiniest cock standing to attention. I couldn't believe my eyes. Every time I looked it was there again, harder than before, as he paraded back and forth in front. Somewhere between that and plain I guess. It made my acting roles limited, mostly playing the villain or scary old men, my face agreeing to aged make up. I have beautiful eyes though, blue/gray and emotionally communicative, at least that's what lovers had told me. We produced a handsome son with strong but even features. And great hair, wavy like mine with a lighter shade, more dirty blonde than brunette.Removing my shirt, I climbed behind Fanny. Clutching the voluptuous curves of Fanny's. She tapped the message open. And there it was, a snapshot of one of her pages. Without even enlarging the image she knew exactly which one it was, which of her crude drawings they?d taken a picture of. A girl, clearly Sancia herself, hanging naked from a rope around her fat tits, tears running down her face and her legs splayed wide and cuffed to the floor. She threw the phone away, it bounced against her pillow and she clutched her legs to her chest. Fuck. Fuck fuck. The phone buzzed again..