Again, harder. “Three!” Then the other cheek. “Four!” -spank- “five!” -smack!- “six!” Harder still. “Seven!” I cried, tears welling in my eyes. He continued like this as I counted each strike, never in the same spot, and tears had started to run down my cheeks. Yet even as I cried the sting felt delicious, making me wetter even as it hurt. At fifteen, he spanked right on the base of the plug, jolting it deeper for just a moment. “Fifteen!” indian I cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain. He could see I was getting wetter and the next landed half on my thigh, half on my pussy. “Sixteen!” I cried out again, more in pleasure this time. He hit the plug again. “Seventeen!” I half-moaned. -smack!- on my cheeks. “eighteen!” -smack!- this one was square on my soaked cunt and I moaned “nineteen!” hungrily. He landed the last one on my cunt again and I cried out “twenty!” as he let his hand rest there. “Pointed end first mate, and take it slow, you don’t want to hurt her.” “Oh my gosh. It was Karen's turn to cum this time as her pussy gushed when she heard Trish's answer. I want you to tell me what you do with all your time.” Isn’t that what you said you’d make me do when we got here? In Texas, between tampons, saddles, and horny cousins you were lucky to still have your cherry by the time you got to Junior High, much less High School. I took my lips from her breasts and joined them with hers, now letting my tongue explore her mouth as my fingers went to the next level. They looked happy. Just fuck me! Fuck me good and hard! The people talking to me didn't answer any of my questions indian but eventually asked if I could just stay home or go get a job. “Are you ok in the water? Very good price!”. I shouldn’t have said that” but she thought he should know that she wanted him. The fist slammed into rubble. I kept pumping my cock into her, setting a rapid pace, leaning down to roughly kiss her. Now she spoke to him.