Horsey had to be careful when he administered 30 swats, because that was enough to make a girl's buttocks bleed, and that could show through her skirt... Besides, to top off the punishment, Horsey always administered an ass-fuck to the girl being punished. He did not want to stain his clothes with the girl's blood, so he always used a towel to cover her bleeding ass cheeks while he fucked her.No girl ever had to be punished with the 30 swats more than once. The mere threat of such a punishment. What, it must have twelve years ago?"More like sixteen Debbie!" Christ, and you never bothered to say anything to me?" Oh, come on Debbie, and what would you have said if I had told you?" I'd have said thanks, and kicked the bastard out." No you damn-well wouldn't have. You'd have challenged Phillip and he'd have accused me of lying. He'd accuse me of having a bad attack of sour grapes, because he'd won the prize. And what's more, you'd have believed him; you always did believe what others told. Now I could see her body in all it's glory, perfectly small well trimmed ginger pussy and perfect cunt lips, her breasts rising and falling. As she panted two small droplets of sweat trickled down over her erect nipples.Her tousled hair cascading over my face as she straddled and rode my hard cock, clamping it with her pussy, such a perfect fit as my swollen cock slid deeper and deeper inside her, we fucked each other with all our might, my hands cupping and fondling her tits.She was laughing. Two large men wearing suits exited the lobby, their hard, strong features alert and their blue eyes searching the night for threats. The two men were so alike they could have been twins but for their hair color, one being a wavy-haired redhead and the other with long locks the color of raven’s feathers lightly streaked with mud.“Boss, Inigo called from the compound. The gunships are fueled and everyone is on standby,” Kevin, the black-haired elder of the two cousins, said gravely in Gaelic as.