Me brain started to work but me brain clutch wasn't working and I couldn't get it into gear, Grrrrr, it went as me brain gears grated or was it a warn...ng buzzer buzzing deep in my brain. I gradually woke up, it was all grey, me head was banging and that, I couldn't figure where I was exactly, and then there was someone else there and I was in bed like and I realised I had me kit off and I was stark bollock naked and there was a hand on me cock, stroking gently. Of course me cock stirred,. Likewise, I expect I’ll move into the ditch across the road. I’ll clear it as needed, and then set up to make somebody’s day unexpectedly bad, from the place where the ditch is opposite your driveway, OK?”Annmarie spoke up. “Emily? You handy with a gun?”Emily considered this. “Well, kinda. I usually hunt with my husband, and I’ve been pretty good with his lever action .30-30.”“OK. Let’s see what we have downstairs for you. If things get bad, I want you able to help keep bad guys’ heads down.. As good as having her cunt lapped felt, fucking was what it was all about. She wanted to find out how that was done and her sister and brother were putting on a good show for her.That was being done well. David's hips flew up and down. Now that his sister was coming he could let go and not hold back any more. He was pleased with the way Jane tossed her head back and forth and moaned. He knew he was making her feel real good. David panted and grunted, he was at the end of his rope."Ahhh! Jane. ‘Linda may be interested in receiving a caning herself,' thought Liz.“I love being caned and the ritual that surrounds it. The caning itself hurts but then the pain eventually goes away. Then, I am ready for another caning." Liz replied.“What ritual?” asked Linda."You know, being dominated by the Punishment Officer. Being made to undress. Having your bottom inspected. Being strapped to the caning bench. All this happens before your actual caning. That is the ritual."“Linda, do you want to be.