We can sell you with the child, so your punishment will be lighter than usual." But I had no choice," Amelia protested, "It wasn't anything to do with...me who fucked me, or how, or when."As she said it she knew all she was doing was adding to the punishment she faced, so she told herself to shut up. The punishment was light, by the standards of this harem, only six strokes of the thin cane across her buttocks with her blindfolded and strapped to a whipping horse. Of course, she didn't know in. My cock ached from the intensity of my orgasm. I'd never felt so satisfied sexually sexually before. Francine seemed to go insane with the ecstasy, in the throes of a terrific orgasm even though she wasn't able to touch her pussy. Her burning cunt sent a stream of pussy cream down the insides of her legs, while the last of my come flooded her backside. When I withdrew my rod from her anus, she was breathing heavy. It took awhile to recover. "I don't know what possessed you to tie me up like. Her voice contained both surprise and relief as she said, “You know when to stop.” She’d apparently been expecting me to pull her to the ground and have my way with her—and, just as apparently, she would have let me. But intercourse, especially unprotected intercourse, without some kind of understanding beforehand, was beyond my moral limits. Instead, I cheerfully replied, “Do I?”, then took her right hand and pressed it against the front of my jeans. She gave me two or three half-hearted rubs. By the time I left that bar, I think that I had drunk it dry. Anyway, I stumbled out of the saloon and started walking. I was so woozy that I have no idea which way I headed: I may even have walked in a circle. In any case, I was so sleepy that I fell into the first stack of hay that I came to and settled in to sleep off the effects of too much alcohol."Eventually, I woke up, I was sporting a hangover of monumental proportions. I got to my feet, somehow, and wandered away from the hay stack to.