........................................................................Mr White delivered the three remaining strokes lightly but they mad a nice wha...cking sound so no one noticed the leniency.“Be here at eight of the clock “ said Mr White and if you fail me I will inform your husband and cane you until you shit yourself”!Mrs Brown was allowed to dismount and started to replace her sticky knickers but Mr White was to fast for her and snatched them away!“I will keep these” he said “as evidence. Three voices. One hers, One Imhotep, and the third the mass of his manipulating minions. Which one was hers again? It became harder to tell as lust filled her, seeded from her own deepest recess, fuelled by him and encouraged and built upon by them. (-No ones controlling you-) (-It is quite nice-) (-God, I want it in my mouth-) She began to stroke it, pumping it in her first. It was the best feeling in the world. Better then holding silk, better then stroking a kitten, better then the time. As the penis in her mouth softened, the one in her pussy continued to piston away, but her attention was drawn by the feel of spittle splashing on her ass, as the man spat a couple of times on her rounded bottom before using his fingers to smear the saliva in and around her tight little bumhole. Fay realised what he intended, but still had a mouth full of cock and could not fight her way free. She writhed, trying to communicate her reluctance but was too late – the cock was suddenly withdrawn. Adding to keeping up with her, the nude body in front of me, covered lightly by a layer of hair, her boobs were bouncing up and down, causing me to continually support a semi hard on, her tail, swishing back and forth, was almost hypnotic, I was about to the point of asking her if we could take a rest, but then we came up over the top fo a hill, the woods below, much more dense then anything we had passed so far. As we got closer, a well worn path was obvious, but standing by the side of the.