He quickly learned thatthe whipping was even more painful on the tight muscles he usedto keep himself upright.After about 50 strokes they lowered his ...eg but he was notallowed to rest. His other leg soon took its place straight outbehind him and the whipping began again.Over and over the sequence was repeated. Each time his leg waschanged either Janice or Susan would say, "This should teach youto keep your hands and feet away from somebody else's property.Especially expensive, sexy shoes."At. My hand traveled up her side and across her more kissable tits. Despite the bondage and death’s presence her response was like a kitten I was petting, arching against the touch like it was so good; I half expected her to purr. She was sincere about it. Plus, DAMN, she was real nice stuff.I got stupid and curious so I picked up the purse and dug out the wallet. Time to gauge my own risk.I rested the gun on her back as I kicked my voice to a low register (a survival skill learned when I was very. ’ He said nothing, but I felt it slide back in until his bush was pushed up against my ass. Then moving out and in gently at first, he started fucking me, slowly gaining speed. I moaned harder. ‘You can go faster, baby.’ ‘Ohhh,’ he groaned, picking up speed. His hands gripped my ass harder, and soon his balls and thighs were slapping my ass as he let out a grunt with each wet and hard stroke. ‘Oh, oh, OH!’–I was moaning as well, and as he built up speed, little squeals of delight f***ed their. "Aren't they sweet? I'll be able to see your little toy bouncing around and showing me when my baby is happy." Still seated with her own attire half off of her, Barb leaned forward with the panties, holding them by her son's feet. She spread the waistband between her hands, gesturing for him to step into them. "We'll get you dressed", she said with authority, leaving a pause before continuing, "and then you will help me out of these clothes." Jami stammered, perhaps forming a protest, "I.