Her breasts assumedthe shape of bocci balls and turned pink, as thevenous blood return was impeded by theconstriction of the rope. She gritted her te...th andtried not to scream, as she was hung by her breastsfrom an overhanging tree branch. Her anus still dribbled, so a woman took a rag, covered it with hotchili pepper sauce, and pushed it in to stop the leak.Little boys and girls explored her vulva and pluckedat her curly pubic hairs. A peasant woman arrived with abundle of fresh stinging. I slid my hand and held his cock which was enormous in size! Oh, God, my husband didn’t have an organ like this! Having given him some good hand job I took his cock in my mouth fully. I held his balls in my hands and massaged them. His hands were squeezing my breast hardly. He bit my nipples with his teeth while playing with my ass cheeks. I was wet and wanted him to fuck me right there!I slid on to his long fat cock and it slipped like a knife in butter, easily, with no troubles, my cunt was. He was obnoxious, pushy and in short he was what her husband called an "uppity nigger." She ignored him and waited for him to go away, but he just stood there and waited for her to acknowledge him.Finally she looked up from what she was doing, "What do you want Calvin?"He smiled at her and brought a hand out from behind his back. It held several white square pieces of paper fanned out like a deck of cards. "What I want to do pretty lady, is show you a card trick. Pick a card pretty lady, any. Martha started by saying to Jacqui, "You were sentenced to thirty strokes of the cane and you had three yesterday. Today's count, therefore, will start at four. If I think you can take more than three a day I'll carry on, so don't move until I say so."'Christ on a bicycle, ' thought Jacqui as she lay over the whipping bench, 'She really knows how to torture someone. I still don't know how many I'm getting today. I was ready for three, but she might not stop at that.'Martha was in no hurry to.