I,' she said but Ian grabbed her from the hair and pulled her up. She felt pain but she stood up still overwhelmed with excitement.'Face the wooden fe...ce and put your hands on it and let me see your ass', he commanded and she obeyed. Ian detached the rein from a horse saddle and he held the rein in his hand. He raised the rein, made a loop in the air and smacked on her ass as hard as possible. She let out a loud shriek, her legs weakened and she dropped on her knees, hands still on the. Becoming longer. Thicker. Harder. Its tan wrinkled skin unfolds and lightens in color as it stretches. Rising up. Blue veins bulging along its length. The pinkish knob of its tip engorged. Fully hard. The long stiff shaft points at her face like a medieval lance as he continues to caress her breasts. She reaches out and touches his cock. It feels warm. Its skin velvety soft, yet bone hard underneath. "Hmmm," he hums at her touch then lowers his head to one of her breasts and takes her hard. The blanket was over them and his dad was passed out in his chair during the whole thing. She tugged on his cock with delicate hands, though her speed was relentless and it was clear she just wanted him to cum. He did, and she held her hand over the tip, catching everything she could in her hand. When he was finished, she brought her hand out and slurped it all up, shoving her head under to lick the tip clean. Then she whispered a thanks in his ear, sitting up and watching the movie as if. By eight-thirty, around the time I left you to clean up at the house where you killed that couple with that drill, he was packing his bag as if he was headed to the sports centre for another gym session. Except that this time he added the same equipment to the bag he'd used at the Braithwaite girl's house.'Fifteen minutes later he was at the house. Only one set of lights belonging to a car turning out of Faversham Road could have picked him out, and they turned left. He thought that maybe the.