Once more the cards began to flick and click on the green baize top. They were picked and sorted. Bids were made, contracts won and lost. But in truth... all found it just a little difficult to concentrate. For, in the mind’s eye of each one of the four, remained the image of those slashing, supple twigs biting again and again into Belle’s curvaceous bottom.BELLE SHOOK OFF another of the hideous memories that welled up in her mind from time to time. The present and future were bad enough, why. “Hey. Soph,” Mark said and stopped her before she could leap into his arms. After yielding for a quick hug, he said, “Nice place.”“Camden’s dad rented it for the summer! Wait’ll you see inside.”“Thanks for invitin’ us,” Joe said as he strolled up to hug her as well.“Where’s what’s-her-name?” Sophie asked Joe, then her eyes hit Bethany and me. “Oh, Jeez, you actually brought the kids with you?”“You invited them,” Mark said with a smirk. “And Joe’s girl had plans.”Sophie’s grin turned devious.. She said, “My legs get painful when I fold them”. I asked, “Oh. Does it pain in the upper part or below the knee? “. She raised her maxi pointing at her upper thighs. I asked, “Can I touch it?”. She replied, “Go on. Please tell me what problem I have”. After examining her silky thighs, I said, “Your thighs need some massage”.She said, “Oh. Do I need to consult a massage therapist?”. I replied, “You don’t. I know how to do it”. She rejoiced and said, “That’s nice. I am too lazy to go to. First slowly and then faster. She started encouraging me first with moaning and then saying “ aur jor se sahib , aur jor se ( harder sir , harder) . I increased the pace as well as the force of my thrust. We were making a “phat phat phat phat” sound , and I was literally slapping her pubic mound with every entry. I could feel her clit being banged by my lower genital area every time I thrust myself in.After a few strokes ( may 10-15) she suddenly arched and clasped my hands tightly. Her eyes.