I don’t know how many strokes he had delivered now. Twenty? Thirty? I couldn’t keep count. All I knew was that I was getting a solid walloping wit... my father-in-law’s leather belt. I was yelping with each blow and now desperately wanted him to stop. David's arm was strong for a man in his sixties and I didn’t think he was holding anything back. I was being steadily thrashed. Forty? Fifty?From my position, I could see Sheila standing to one side, presumably enjoying the spectacle. As the blows. ” Another thread confirming that admission, dribbled from the horn as he nodded his masochistic affirmation, in dominated obedience, Ella posing with her crop and smiling with contempt at not needing to prompt him with it, while that contempt was matched with the sighs of utter disbelief from the women, at his willingness to humiliate himself. But Constance was not done yet, despite the appointed hour closing in; Nathaniel Creed would be fashionably late, before becoming the late Nathaniel. She said she was looking down seeing that huge black cock going in her and had her first orgasm as soon as he penetrated her. He said "damn you do need this black cock don't you Sue." She just moaned "oh yes give it to me but be gentle, she wasn't used to any nearly this big." He started talking dirty to her as he eased a little more in with each stroke asking her how it felt having his big black cock in her white pussy and how she liked having a black man fucking her tight married pussy. She. . well, everything. Surely they were more suited to lead, not her.But a fear of disappointing everyone steered her actions, and she didn’t let on how weak she felt, how useless she was convinced her presence was. She forced a smile, tried not to let Nicolette’s obvious hatred destroy her spirit, and let the cheerleader speak.“I’ve worked out paths for the three of us,” Nicolette said briskly, and Brandi tried her best to listen. She did pretty well, too, only tuning out two or three times as.