I know every creak of the cupboards in the en suite and every clink of the bowls in the kitchen will pique her interest. Make her mind race. The clatt...r of ice into the jug will surely raise her anticipation but it's the scent of sandalwood and rose that will greet her as I carry the steaming bowl to the bedside.Wringing out the soft washcloth in the scented water, I climb back between her thighs and cover her pussy with it. Leave it there to warm her as I prepare. Her hips sway against the. She curled tighter, she could hardly feel her fingers and toes, what she could feel was a numbing pain. She awoke, still so cold. The morning sun felt warm on her back but the rest of her body was still numb with cold. After several minutes she lifted her head. Four of the men sat still watching her intently. Why had she allowed herself to sleep? She might have escaped from them during the night if they too had slept. One stared at her for several seconds. He then casually got to. My god...he was giving it to her good. The blanket was no longer any sort of cushion to her, all balled up between them covered in the dirt and grass where they writhed together.I stayed watching as long as I dare, totally mesmerised by the spectacle in front of me, feeling myself getting wet at the thoughts of her being fucked so hard and so well a tad jealous that she was getting it so well, and embarassed that I would be spying as I was.Damn..I wished it was me in her place, but as he. Punishment was supposed to hurt, right? But this wasn’t hurting. It was making me laugh. Laughing is supposed to be a good thing. But now it was punishing. It was also humiliating to be stripped naked in front of my daughter’s teen girlfriend. I was at her mercy and she made me a squirming mess in a matter of seconds. I was certainly learning about the punishing nature of humiliation.She raked her nails all over my body but avoided my tits and pussy. She even grabbed an ankle here and there to.