He doesn't let up and moves to my back. My eyes water but I blink the tears away as my skin burns blisteringly hot.He strokes my backside with his han... and the touch sears along my inflamed skin. He trails down, cups my balls and I let out a moan enjoying the feeling of him gently fondling me."Mmm, Master..." I sigh, blissfully.Endorphins start to flow as he alternates between gentle touches and intense, thudding pain which increases in severity. Gradually the following strikes from the tawse. Yousef could not be sure, but it looked like Maddie’s boyfriend rushing down the mountain.Yousef swung the binoculars back toward the car in the village. A man got out and looked up the valley from the village. Near the top of the valley, the road that circled the summit cut across just above a small lake or pond that still had a crust of ice on it in spots. The man definitely looked native, but something was out of place. This was no opportunistic kidnapper. This man was moving with. He went spastic, his prick becoming a fountain of sperm as her over-soaked box tried to soak up even more of the precious fluid she now craved. She left him lying limp too, and, her fingers sealing her sex closed, crawled in her bed, leaving every drop that was in her body still there.Brandy slept late the next day. She was worn out after ten or fifteen orgasms and her wild sexual rampage of the day before. Her father looked in on her as she slept peacefully and he smiled. Her room smelled like. Off we went into the dark and as I closed my eyes my naked breast was ever so gently eased out of its suporting cup and in full view to no-one in particular in the darkened interior, my nipple was subjected to gentle teasing, plucking and twisting.Of course the absurd nature of what was happening was lost in the pleasure I was now masking in pretence of sleep. I was being sexually assaulted and enjoying it. He could not be aware I was now squeezing of my thighs, trying to stimulate my clitoris,.