Although my appearance seems crucial, I'm still a little tired when it comes to making contacts. I never really know how to do it. But ... my dear hel... in anxious days had a solution. It is the woman I like very much now. We know each other from a website, we have never met, but we share the most beautiful things, let me call them Joan. She advised me to invite her to my house to talk to her. I put on the sexy shoes and went to her the next day. She was home alone.She told me that her husband. He leans in close to whisper in my ear, “Do you want my hard cock in your pussy? Do you want me to fuck that tight little pussy until you scream and cry my name?” as he grinds his cock against me, and nibbles on my ear. I bite my lip, before I reply shakily, “Oh fuck yeah, mmmmm,” as I unbuckle his pants.Like a wild man, he unzips my pants and quickly takes them off, tossing them out into the office. He quickly puts a hand between my legs to see if I am wet and ready for him. He plays around a. He started at the bottom of my ass and worked his way up, making sure I was properly striped and welted. I took it like a good maid, keeping my sissy ass in position for him, my legs quivering with each slice of the cane.I cried, but I was desperate for the kids not to hear me. I squelched my sobs and clenched my teeth, determined to be quiet. I knew Vince could have been harder on me and made it impossible to stop myself from squealing. I was grateful.When I was allowed to stand, I thanked. "Do you hear that, my Pirates?" I cried. "A woman of our own type, under threat from a priest and a sanctimonious mob happy enough to patronize her in private and burn her alive in public. Let's go!"It is perhaps best not to describe in too much detail the bloodshed that followed. Suffice it to say that by the time my Pirates and I were done, Father Goruvnik and many of the good folk of Snerdsk had been sent to their God, and I was drinking tea with Slubenka in her bed, while my Pirates enjoyed.