The punishment he inflicted was painful but calculated and in the end she’d cum violently. What would the future hold for her? With him? More dreadf...l pain from some of the more severe canes? More sexual satisfaction? Would he want to give her more and more pain? Like her father? Should she leave and see what other work she could find? In winter? Back on the streets? Perhaps she should stick it out. At least for the time being.Chapter 8. Fraudsters "Aargh!" Margaret awoke from a troubled sleep. She was wearing pantyhose with green panties underneath and she also had a green bra on. She had really nice tits. More evidence of that was revealed when she popped her bra loose!I told her to leave her nylons on as she walked over to the bed. She lay down next to me and we started to caress and kiss each other. Shortly after, she reached down and grabbed my manhood and started to stroke it! It felt SO good. I was kissing her tits and her nipples got very hard! I was also rubbing her nyloned. I was in utter surprise,had no clue what to do, her tankers were pressing against my chest and I could feel them, she had an intoxicating smell, her skin was so smooth.I got in to my senses and I hugged her in return as well and really felt her, I had a boner and it was quite prominent, but I continued it anyway.She broke off the hug and was very excited to see me, she was pinching me on my cheeks saying that I’ve grown big.I was still in utter shock but still said that she was really. And she'd be probably be quite right ... the unholy cackling laugh that I made while emptying the riot-gun, filling the staircase and ground floor below with a hailstorm of .33 inch buckshot pellets had been maniacal, and more than a bit disturbing, even to me.Ducking under the banister railing repeatedly to reload shells, I kept unleashing typoons of flying lead at anything and everything that moved downstairs, and from my upper perch near the top of the staircase I could command a killing.