So far, she and Dean had initiated everything, him being the outsider who had simply been invited to a normally private party. But damn if Dean didn't...have himself a hot girlfriend and it had definitely been a while since he'd been laid. Not that he was complaining; that was the best blow job he'd ever had, but he could already feel himself pressing against his zipped up jeans, begging for round two, her orgasmic screams still echoing in his mind. God, that kind of scream just made him want to. Mrs McDonald did not ease up and several of the strokes now crisscrossed the ridges left from this morning’s punishment. She let go several more times but managed not to jump up as she could not bear to add even one extra stroke.Mrs McDonald was quite breathless. The girl had taken as hard a thrashing as she had ever dished out, yet she remained bent over submissively awaiting permission to rise. She swished the cane to her left and caressed, with her right hand, the trembling and tramlined. Do ... do not shoot me, and I will dismount to get it." I hoped that the bandit would take me for a congenital idiot and let me move my hands without shooting me.I was in luck, and he waved me to the ground. Fortunately, he was on my right side, and one always dismounted on the horse's left if at all possible. Some horses actually got real fractious if the rider tried to dismount on the wrong side. My shotgun was slung over my left shoulder and draped across my body, so I put my hands down as. She arched her back, pushed her hips up off the mattress against the hot, probing tongue, held the head of dark hair in place with both hands. "Honey..." she cried out. "Honey!" Her breath caught in her throat; her legs strained, twisting in the sheets. A small circle formed on the sheets below her back as she perspired. She lifted one hand to her face, bit down on the fist, let out a long moan. "Holy shit," she panted. "Oh fuck!Honey! Honey, I need you..." Not yet," came the whisper from.