-----------…Which was why she was attempting, pathetically, to turn their weekend hiking trip into an imaginary kidnapping.It was Friday. They had l...ft as soon after work as possible but it was already dark and negotiating the winding mountain road they were on would take another hour or so. She had been to the cabin before and it was a very basic hewn-log affair without indoor plumbing or electricity—perfect for a kidnapper’s hideout.She thought about all the things she’d imagined that the. Only, the way she’s reacting, I am guessing that hers is more powerful than the one that I just received. O-M-G! (Oh, my God!), these things must be programmed with an escalating program. Each charge must be programmed to be more powerful than the last one. By the time Charlie returns, our pussies will be very wet – and very sore. I’m not sure how long we are left in that position, and I have lost track of how many times that damn dildo comes alive to tease and torture the insides of my. "Releasing her, I reach down and pull her dress up. Cat is surprised at how easily I pull it over her head and throw it across the room. She tries to run for the door, my arm snakes around her waist and I push her body against the wall. Her head hits the wall and for a moment all she sees are stars. As she tries to focus, she can feel my breath on her face. Cat stands naked in front of me, I hungrily run my eyes over her body. Leaning in, I begin to run my tongue over her breasts. Moaning ". My eyes on stalks and mouth slightly open were enough to tell her what I was thinking but she looked just as I was easing the pressure on my erection and she turned back quickly.Whack, whack, whack, whack. The tawse left double tracks of white across Lisa’s firm pink bottom.Lisa’s right arm moved back and she cried out on the third stroke but she sensibly moved her hand back and gripped the desk.“Two strokes remaining,” announced Frau Gunther. “You’re taking this well.”Whack, whack, the last.