I’m going to whip you again.”Donna hesitated. The pain had been so much. She had no intension of spreading her pussy open just so that Ninon could...torture her. It was just too much.Ninon saw her hesitation and smiled and shook her head. “Why so stubborn? In the end, somehow, you’ll do as I say anyway. Either after threats or after being tied up. Either way, I promise I will only whip you more. Now do it!,”Ninon pointed at Donna’s vagina.Donna looked at Ninon with tears in her eyes.“Please...”. I was nearly humping my fingers with my body, so much so that the wood chair was wet with my own juices. I was completely unconscious of the noise I was making. From anyone who was walking by the door it would be incredibly obvious what I was doing in the room. I was completely focused on my own body. I guess I hadn't heard the door open and only realized someone else was in the room when she cleared her throat. "Ahem" I turned around and standing at the doorway was my history teacher. She. Just like lots of boys thirteen, I'm sure.I soon noticed some new people who had moved into the next house down the road, about a quarter mile away. He was often out working in his garage on either his Jeep or the small Farmall tractor he had, so after I had stopped one day to introduce myself (he was Russ, his wife was Kim), I stopped whenever I would see him outside and watch him dismantle and reassemble one or the other vehicle.It was fun (remember it was an area rather short on fun). Things were looking up as well as heating up between them. Watching the water swirl beside the boat then turn over on itself was hypnotic. Seeing the river expand before them, showing it’s grand size. The shoreline was massive in trees, brush, and other natural beauties. Abby watched with wide eyed wonderment. A snowy egret took flight as Sam opened up the motor’s throttle and set the house boat on a course down river. They had become fast friends online. And now they were becoming lovers fast,.