On the days she stripped her body bare of her station and placed it loosely upon me, those were her days of rest. Naturally, they occurred more and mo...re frequently on a Saturday. Sunday just wouldn't have worked out.One Saturday, while we were drawing with crayons at the kitchen table, my cock was about to burst. For two hours I had watched mother pour over her drawing, naked tits brushing occasionally against the tablecloth. I felt like chewing on a book cover to keep my teeth from grinding.. "She's the whore you said you wanted to punish. Show her what you've got— now," Doug snapped and flicked her with his belt.Priscilla yelped and did as she was told. From behind her back she produced and held out a flesh-colored double-ended strap-on dildo in her left hand and Doug's little dog-whip in her right.Sophie sat up and took the rubber sex-toy from her daughter's hand. She examined it. The two rubber cocks were modeled on an erect penis of above average size. One was thicker and two or. She already did me and the rest of my guys. She's a fast learner. ButI'm going to have some fun with the bitch."With that he reached around and put a hand on Sammy's belly, hisfingers alarmingly close to the cuffed one's crotch. Then Danzig drewback his other arm and swung hard, smacking that vulnerable bottom andmaking his target yank helplessly against his restraints. There waslaughter and applause as the cruel young man continued to swat theunprotected flesh. Sammy danced and wailed,. I can walk. After all, the snow is soft.””Way past midnight, I wasn’t so sure any more about my ability to walk, and the snow didn’t feel so soft anymore. Instead, it felt like jam that made my feet drag more and more. Yet I had to walk in the front, since I was the only one who knew the right direction ... I wished that I knew the right direction. In the beginning, it hadn’t been that hard to walk in the soft snow, but now it felt almost impossible to lift my legs high enough for the next step.