I eased my flesh pipe in and out of her pleasure hole, gradually building a head of steam. I saw her eyes flit back up into her head and her eyelids c...ose while I reamed her. "Oh fuck oh God, oh fuck yes!" she desperately called out with every round trip of my meat tube in and out of her. I was looking down on her and fuck me, she was just so gorgeous. I could feel my balls becoming heavier and my dick was exhibiting greater sensitivity, her love tunnel a marshy mess of my precum, her heat and. I explained the first step. No smile yet. She just looked on. I could feel my cheek preparing for the next torture. Then I heard, “Next”Thank God. I proceeded. With each correct step my confidence grew and soon I got to the right solution. Still no smile. She went on for the next concept. She suddenly lifted her legs and sat cross legged perhaps because of discomfort. Now I can actually see her panties and her pussy mound. It was a beautiful sight. Before I realized the concept was over. And. " My head's spinning from all this, it's just like a movie, a fantasy movie." But it's real, Graham, she's a real woman, you've seen her." You don't have to talk me into it. Sure, I mean what guy wouldn't?"So, that pretty much ended the discussion of my taking a friend of my wife's as an on-the-side girlfriend. Incredible, right. Don't even tell me, I know you're jealous. I would be, too.I left the details up to Erin, I knew she would do it all and I'd just try to be around at the right time. Even when I announced there would be no charge only old Henry Messenger came forward to poke her. There was more response when Katherine was strapped down. Fred Wallace paid to do the birching and afterwards three men gave her a good reaming, one in her bottom hole, which she still finds painful.I left the major punishment till last. Sixteen strokes of the birch is more than was normally administered. Twelve was considered plenty. I stood and explained why she had to take so many. Making Hilda.