"OK that's enough - we don't want her passing out again" - it was grandpa coming to her rescue - but he seemed a long way off.Then she spotted his gri...ning face on the phone propped up by the bed, watching their every move.Under his direction, Mons moved away, returning with an enormous pair of pinking shears - you know the type for slicing through any fabric to leave a zigzag edge.I shuddered when she stroked them across my bare nipples, then proceeded to cut away both sides of my favourite. They would wrap up the set with a live performance of “My Daddy Can Whip Your Daddy” that Liz had written many years earlier but the labels had blocked from being released or performed. I found Conny to be exactly as advertised. She was pleasant and humble. Her husband played football for the Titans and he was friendly and funny.My buddy Lucas’s namesake, Lucas Williams, would do a set with Liz. I had caught a few clips of him after Liz told me who would be performing with her. He seemed too. She began stroking my cock and then leaned in and kissed me deeply, saying, “It’ll be good, just relax and enjoy it.”After a few minutes of her kissing and fondling, she slowly shifted over and straddled me. As she settled into my lap, I felt my cock sliding into her as if it had always belonged there. She felt very smooth and warm and tight. It was awesome! She shifted a little and got a little more comfortable before she wrapped her arms around my neck and pushed her breasts into my face. My. The shiek agreed . The whipping began and the first lash across the back of the English beauty brought an ungodly scream from her . She screamed throughout the whipping but each time her voice grew weaker unless the camel whip was brought up in an uppercut to her pussy. At these lashes, and there were 10 of these, her screams reached the far corners of this desert kingdom. Finally the 50th lash landed across her tits and the whipping was completed. Christine Jones hung on the whipping tripod.