The hard end of the handle, up next to the brush part, hit her clit each time I slid the handle into her hole. She liked it and wanted it harder and f...ster. “Fuck my cunt with the hair brush!” she said, the words sounding rough and guttural. I held the hairbrush by the flat brush part and pounded the handle into her pussy. “Yes. Fuck yes. Do it harder.” I’m not sure which was more effective, the handle sliding into her love hole or part of the brush bumping against her clit. It didn’t really. “OOOOW, god, that hurts,” she cried out as his hand slapped hard against her tender thighs.He rubbed the spot he had hit, feeling the heat already, seeing the pink skin already turning redder.“SSSLLAAP, SSSSLLLAAAP,” again, this time twice in succession, feeling her body shudder in pain.His hands returned to caress the hot flesh.He continued to rain down slaps to her sensitive inner thighs, her body shuddering in pain as he did.But she maintained the position, held the bar tightly, making no. Summoning all her courage and strength, she cautiously crept out of the canyon and began to stumble along beside the meandering creek. She had no food, but at least there was water – she could keep going on foot for a while, at least until her strength gave out. The storm clouds of the previous night had gone, and it was a cool bright morning. Emma headed west, hoping that someone from the wagon train would be out on the desert searching for her. * It was mid-afternoon when Luke found Emma. And beyond the forest you can see the ocean… with sunlight from the clearest of blue skies glancing off the tops of the waves in the bay… so that the whole ocean seems to shimmer and sparkle… you begin to move lazily and easily down the path, with the ferns and grasses brushing gently against your legs as you pass… and you just catch the faint smell of salt borne in on the breeze… and become aware of the distant sound of the ocean on the shore… maybe hear seabirds calling faintly, from a.