’ ‘Because he was drunk?’ Cindy guessed. ‘Because I kicked him in the crotch so hard, his balls are probably in his lungs,’ she said acidly....‘You did WHAT?’ ‘He hit me, the asshole. I told him that he’d better NEVER do that again … and of course, he did it again … slapped me right across the face. I had a boyfriend once that taught me how to punt a football … and that’s just what I did with his nuts. The asshole obviously really gets off on hitting women, because his pecker was sticking. Go on with your story." The camp was nothing much. The first thing we saw was a couple of lean-tos, one big enough for one person and the other fairly long. There was a tie rope running between two trees and there were eight horses tied to it. Three of them were all lathered up and left there wet. The other five looked to be in real bad shape."There was another tree and it had three chains attached to it. One of them was around Michael's neck. He looked OK. There's a bruise on one cheek, like. She just sat looking straight ahead for what seemed many minutes before she stood again without putting her hand on the chair. She couldn’t have noticed my response, it was too quick I thought and I’d stood by the back of the chair and managed to partially control myself as I waited. When I felt that my wobbly legs would support me I carefully stood and made every effort not to get near him again. We even warmed a bit walking to the truck in the parking lot even in the stiff and cool breeze. I. Again the smile as she slowly peeled them down her long legs bending until she reached her ankles. Framed in the oval cleft at the tops of her thighs was the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen. Perfectly proportioned lips tight but looking ready to burst open like a tulip bud. A slight glisten of moisture where the hood slides from between them to surround the little pleasure button and just the faintest wisps of honey gold strands that match what fell around her shoulders.The long sharp red.