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  • Reaching over she let the fronds brush against Verity’s thighs. She heard her daughter’s soft hiss and saw her suck in a sharp breath. “This is punishment, but it is also pleasure. This flogger is softer than it could be. So it will not be as sharp on your skin. I was going to ground you for two weeks bus so instead, I will give you fourteen lashes.” Verity gave a small mew of fear. “Are you ok for me to continue?” Angela asked making certain. “Y, Yes Mistress,” Verity said in a low voice. “Good, remember if this becomes too much what word do you say?” “Rhubarb Mistress.” “Correct,” Angela said as she lifted the flogger masturbation up into the air. She heard Verity’s breathing tighten into soft gasps. Saw her body shaking in anticipation. Angela held her first blow, stretching out that moment. For a moment, I drove the brute back. "Oh, shit. “Oh yeah and what is that going to be” The way he felt against her drove her wild. August 5th at 830 pm and she is going back over there. If they took a direct approach, it was hopeless. Did this three…maybe four times, and the little fuckers cock was starting to harden…and my own orgasm was starting to develop. I smiled against her, lifted my pelvis, and touched her tip to my swollen folds. I drank in those luscious juices. I whispered into her ear. Susan didn’t move from the massage table, her breathing quick and steady, recovering from our bout. My legs spread wide as I shove the thick cock in and masturbation out of my dripping wet pussy. “Don’t! What’s done is done… And, I shouldn’t have been such an ass last weekend. “Don’t raise your voice to me, Mr. McCord, and stop throwing and banging the furniture around like an angry child. He told me. I stared down my body and smiled at the gold glittering in my bush and adorning my pink nipples. In the warm sunshine, I had taken off my shoes and socks and I was cooling my tired feet in the bus crystal clear water when I heard a familiar voice behind me,