Shrugging he spotted one of the old bars he used to visit, it was beginning to rain so he quickly dashed across the road looking forward to a taste of...home. Inside he shook off the early drops of rain and looked about, the place was quiet enough;Two men were playing cards in a corner and a girl was serving drinks to a much older man at the bar.Lucas stepped over to warm himself by the fireplace, he was still in his combat pants and t-shirt and it was cold out.As he stared down at the water. "All of them laughed.Kristen knew that they were mocking her, but it didn't matter to her in the slightest as long as they kept fucking her. She was so tired now that her pleas were more like soft moaning, she couldn't even buck back against their thrusts, and when they spanked her - even though her ass was bright red and sore - she couldn't do more than whimper.Finally, she knew that if she could just have one more orgasm, she'd be able to cum."Please," she whispered, her voice husky from. Kimberly cuddled next to me, rubbed her hand against the smooth nylon gown, then put her hand into my panties and pulled slightly on my tampon string, enough to increase my discomfort but not to budge the tampon."Don't worry, sweetheart," she said, "it won't be so bad. And if you surrender yourself to me for the weekend, perhaps I'll forgive you and we can get back to normal. OK?"I didn't answer, as I was unsure of what I should do. Humiliated, I drifted into fitful sleep.Chapter 2Next morning. If Lacie put a stitch out of place in public, there'd be no end of the matter, let alone if she 'touched herself' on the downs.No, now was not the time to strip and indulge herself. She kept her hands still, lay back and let the sun stimulate her.It wasn't enough though. She sat up to observe the music Elsie was reading.Both girls had spent the morning playing their violins. Each played beautifully but so differently. Elsie's way was to shut herself in her room, learn score-reading and theory,.