When theyare down around my shoes, my huge nine-inch cock swings out, the angry headslick with lube. I am then pushed against the tree, and my hands a...d anklesare restrained with old rope. Fr. Joe goes into the cabin, and then comesback with a willow switch, the gnarled twigs bunched together lookingmenacing as all hell. "NOW YOU MUST SUFFER THE SWITCH FOR YOUR SINS, MYSON!!", Fr. Joe growls. With that, he starts switching my bare, round ass,the willow switches lighting a fire to my quivering. ’ ‘Is there a difference between pubic hairs and other hairs?’ wondered Emma. ‘Well,’ commented Harriett, ‘your hair’s a sort of mousy colour but your pubes are just a little bit darker.’ She put her hand into Emma’s thick mass of pubic hair and started pulling and stroking it. ‘What about yours?’ wondered Emma taking her eyes from Ginger and Fred fucking and screaming, and looked at Harriett’s somewhat thinner bush of hair. ‘Have a good look,’ smiled Harriett guiding Emma’s hand into it.. My usual ritual began; I looked at the amassed cosmetics, wigs andwomanly accoutrements laid out before me, sighed with bliss and beganto work on my makeup. First I applied a liberal amount of foundation,a slightly shade darker than my natural skin tone. Next I brushed acoating of face powder all over my face to set the foundation. Ireached out and took a sip from the glass of the red wine I had pouredprior to entering the Playroom; a nice Australian Shiraz, vintage 2125.I then went to work. “I’ve run out of time,” she said in a hushed rasp, her papery thin voice barely audible over the sounds of the morning coming to life. Birds chirping, animals scurrying out of their nightly burrows. The estate would soon be buzzing with life as everyone readied for a new day. A truly new day with an unknown outcome. “Corina?” Alina questioned as she moved to sit on the cot next to her. She placed her hand on the woman’s forehead checking for fever. When she found none, she set her baffled gaze.