'Drawbook' is etched in medium-sized lettering on the front. Upon a simple impression, it doesn't seem to be anything valuable or different. Inside, h...wever, behind the black cover, spreads an ornately fonted preface of some sort. Reading it, it says...Somewhere, at some point, everyone draws a line.Where do you draw yours?...or, perhaps, there's no need to answer that. After all, since you're the one in possession of the great Drawbook, you don't need to worry, now, do you?Of course. She stepped out of the bathroom in nothing but a matching pink satin bra and panty set.She stopped and looked at me staring at her adult sexy body. Her tits filled the bra and I could see her cleavage above the cups producing a subtle shadow that was so erotic to me. The high leg panties made her legs looks so much longer and the perfect V produced by her legs hid the detail I would have most liked to see. She smiled and said, “I will be out in a minute to help you with breakfast, this little. He peeked his head in the tent and asked, "Britt. Are you ok with this?"I told him that I was and he crawled inside and zipped the tent back up. He was still hesitant until I leaned over and unbuckled his belt and pants, pulling them down to just above his knees. It was dark but I could make out his cock in the moonlight. It was already sticking straight up in the air with a slight arch like a banana. It was just a shade shorter than Sebastian's, but thicker. I leaned in and put Jason's cock in. She always said that she preferred it to be a surprise. THWACK! A thin trickle of drool escaped my mouth as the next blow landed. I screamed again, but my voice was becoming hoarse and I couldn't get enough breath behind it to make a substantial noise. THWACK! Again she landed a blow perfectly on top of the imprint left by another. I sobbed and heard myself begin to plead, gasping out promises and begging for mercy. Helen was always especially amused by this - she liked to say that.