The first stroke of that whip, though, was high on her back. She screamed. It hurt worse than the crop ever had until the last blow. “Count,” He s...aid and lashed her across the same place. “I won’t lower the place where the lash strikes until I hear your count.”She screamed again before managing to choke out “One.” She had to repeat “fifteen” because her sobs muffled it, but she was still counting at twenty. She was still counting at twenty-nine, and the lash was hitting her behind the knee.. Was she thirsting for the wine thatdripped from my lips? Could she see the way my chest rose and fell withmy shallow breaths? I looked over and saw her enthralling grey eyesfixed on my body with fire burning deep inside them. It was obvious shewanted me almost as badly as I wanted her. But for some reason, she wasreluctant, or maybe just playing hard to get. Either way, I decided itwas time to take things up a notch. She had gotten my engine going, andit wasn't going to slow down any time. Her hand started sliding part way up and down on his shaft and she took more of it in her mouth and bobbed up and down on it. Ron touched his cock to my lips, Come on Honey, suck your uncles cock lie your mom is doing to Derrick. Youre gonna like it. I put my hand around it and slid my lips over the end. It was a little bit slippery and tasted a little bit salty. Ron put his hand behind my head and pushed about two inches of himself into my mouth. Suck and move your mouth up and down on it as. Instead, he used a short-handled socket wrench and pulled until his muscles ached. By the time he had the part out he was sweating freely and had banged his knuckles hard enough to bleed.Just as he walked up the steps from the pit with the broken part, he saw a car pull by the open bay door on the way to the house. Putting the part on the workbench, he grabbed a shop towel to wipe his hands as he walked out the bay door. He was approaching the house when he saw a familiar middle-aged woman step.