He walked slowly around behind punana and laid the cane across the top slops of its ass, raised it and swung hard again. punana's body jerked forward ...nd it pulled its arms, shaking the wooden frame wildly. Mark lined its ass five times, each mark spaced almost exactly an inch below the one before. punana was sweating and trembling, the pain making its vision blurry and its cunt soak. Mark stepped around in front of punana and touched its cunt. it swayed and moaned, begging "yes, yes, yes" over. I yank her panties down her legs and throw them on the floor. I look down at her and lick my lips, " You intentionally came to me for a loan...knowing my reputation...You wanted to be fucked hard?" I said raising my eyebrow. She swallows, she didn't think about my reaction to her challenge. She should have though, I'm extremely turned on. She shakes her head, lost for words. I smile at her, she can't help but react, she blushes. I flip her around, smack her ass playfully and pull her hips up so. As we lay recovering I told her that a fantasy of mine would be to photograph her naked – she of course refused. I had a Minolta SLR (single Lens Reflex) camera and wasn’t too bad a photographer. Di’s concern was that if I did photograph her then the film would need to be developed and strangers would see the pictures. I pointed out that the films were no longer manually processed so the only chance would be if a person was lucky enough to look at one of the pictures whilst carrying out quality. Then there was Emily whining about how all her clothes didn't fit her any more. Well, she was a growing child so what would you expect, but even Olive could see that in her ill-fitting clothes her daughter resembled some kind of fucking Turkmenistani in a Russian refugee camp. Olive, on the other hand, probably looked more like one of those nuclear fall-out victims in Jordan or Palestine. Only her wounds didn't come from some fucking big mushroom cloud.Olive lifted herself up onto her knees and.