Before she could react she found he hands being tied with rawhide to the horse, and after her shorts and undies were stripped off he tied her legs in ...lace.He leaned down and kissed her neck. "You'll learn to be a good little girl quick, just like your dad did."She felt the leather of a whip run along her back. "Please, I'll do better. I was just scared."Listening to noe of her cries he demanded that she count the whips and if she missed a count they would go back to the start, a whip for every. Brandon began unbuttoning my blouse. He then released my right breast from my bra and expertly sucked at my nipple. His warm breath and wet, sticky saliva mixed with his tongue as he flicked over my skin. His hands were running up my legs, pushing my skirt up to my waist. He hooked his thumbs into my panties and pushed them down, never once removing his mouth from my bosom. My head arched back. I knew it was wrong. I was a married woman for gods sake. But here I was, feeling like a teenager. I feel my heart race as he pushes my legs apart and kisses me back, hard, groping me and rubbing his cock between my legs. I moan softly as he pulls away, quickly grabbing another condom. After he rolls it on, he smiles at me and slaps my ass, hard. I love it, relishing in the stinging feeling as I roll over and he climbs on top of me, rubbing the head of his cock between my pussy lips and shoving in. Oh, fuck! I squeak, and he smiles as he pulls my legs straight against his chest and pounds. She slides her window up after she realizes that it's me. "Hey," she says. "What's up?" I climb in and take a seat on her bed. I take a moment, then before anything else can transpire, I kiss her just as passionately and desperately as I can. This must have been the right move because as I kiss her she lets out a little moan that tells me she has been waiting for me to make this kind of advance. As if she has been teasing me all this time, coaxing me to initiate something. As we kiss long.