This time he wanted no warning...no chance for the American bitch to clench her buttocks until after the first cut had landed.‘THWICK!’? ‘‘THW...CK!’? ‘THWICK!’? ‘THWICK!’ The tip of the rattan cane sliced up right into the split of Carol Hansen’s labia. Before she could even scream the second stroke landed, this time curling even harder so the very end snapped against her clitoris with awful force. Every muscle and sinew in her body showed in rigid relief as she slammed forwards against the. She was dressed in tight fitting jeans that flattered her figure and paired with the black 3 inch heeled pumps she was wearing, made her legs look like they went on forever. On top, she had a white, spaghetti strap tank top with a black bra that you could clearly see through the thin white fabric. Her black hair was completely straight and was longer than I remembered, now hanging down past her shoulders and onto her chest, the ends hanging just above her breasts. Her tight fitting tank top had. At least that would give him some temporary relief he said to himself.Julie saw Ben come out of the toilets and walk back towards the poolroom. She was transfixed by him, he was absolute gorgeous, a lot taller than her, very muscular, with a great set of buns. She had been watching him bend over the pool table all night, even before she was playing with him. She was so hot for him it was unbearable, she could feel a tingling between her legs as she became hotter the more she looked at Ben. He. .. he was withdrawing the instrument of her pleasure from her... she looked up at him, suddenly aware again of the humiliation of her position and the way he had debased her."You're nice and hot now, honey," he chuckled huskily, "all ready to be fucked... oh, you're never going to forget this, little girl... I'm going to fuck you til you can't walk."The helpless wife lay on the couch paralyzed, her knees raised and her seething pussy spread unceremoniously wide open to him, her heaving breasts.