Many of those backs, after repeated floggings, were red-raw. A mass of welts from which the blood oozed as the rhino-hide fell yet again.Yet the oars ...ept sweeping.At the pace the drum beat out.Drawing on final reserves.It was indeed incredible how an instinct for survival could drive men to such efforts!The harbour of the main island was surprisingly large. It was practically land-locked, with high cliffs in the background. However, there were no more than ten small vessels within the harbour. Bob liked those old ugly beige monstrosities so much that he had gotten a half dozen used ones on the Internet, just so he could have plenty of spares for the next decade or two.Bob was hunched over his keyboard, typing away at a steady pace without looking at his fingers, the light from the flat panel screen reflecting on his glasses. He was two inches shorter than Will, and fifty pounds heavier. Bob had also inherited the balding gene from his maternal grandfather, sporting an aggressively. "You do it right here?" he asked."I would rather go in where it is warm," I said."Not possible, how about behind the house?" he asked."Yeah, but the money first," I said."Sure just come on back out of the light," he said.If I had really been on the street, I would have demanded the money before going back into the dark. The problem was that I wanted him out of the light as much as he wanted me, back there, I knew I was going back where he could rape me and take my money, rather than pay me.. Do you? Catherine is screaming again and the pain is horrible! His helpers have released the muscles on each side of her swollen pubic “V” this torture for her is starting to feel more like a severe sun burn that has the added sensation of being stung by numerous bee's! The harsh pussy whipping abruptly stops!.... as he bends over her pubes and softly blows his breath over her tortured swollen and puffed up cunt muscles on either side of her slit! This perverse sensation for Catherine.