I felt the walls of my pussy spasm and I tried to will my body to build to the point that I could force myself to cum again. I tried and tried but all...I succeeded in doing was become frustrated.What I did not know was that he was awake and feeling every movement I made. Blindfolded, I could not see him watch me as I was getting hotter. My hips were gently rocking and I tasted blood as I bit my lip to keep from moaning. My hands were clenching and unclenching as I felt the passion build to the. Aval sari endru sonnal naangal kathavai thapal potom amma keez veetil irunthaargal. Naan ithu thaan tharunam endru avalai bedil paduka vaithen aval nee ena seigirai endru sirithaal.Naan avalin mulaiyil kaiyai vaithu thadava aarambithen muthalil ithu siripaaga irunthathu aanal poga poga vera vithamaaga maariyathu.Naan avalin mulaiyai pisaithukonde ithazhil mutham koduka aarmabithen, aval kandipaaga ithai virunbuvaal endru ennaku theriyum. Sirithu neram mutham koduthathil avalum en ithazhai sappa. "FIFTEEN!"The brutal smack of her dad's large hand onto her soft round butt was enough to give the terrified girl the energy necessary to scream again. The pain was intense. But it was doing something strange to her body too, making it flinch and quiver and intensify the building pleasure already generated by her tickling fingers at her cunt's entrance."Th-thank-y-y-y-you," the girl blubbered. Why was she thanking him? She didn't know.Then it came to her in a flash: she had to thank him. It was. I enter it from the upper side — the square is not level, it is sloping towards the opposite side, where the town hall stands. This way, from where I come, I can survey it all, above the heads of the crowd that fills it.I have a good view at the stone tribune in front of the town hall, with the spiked statue of the Goddess on it, with all the implements of torture that await me, with the big gong, and with the torturer, dressed in his traditional hooded black garb, standing solemnly, looking.