’ ‘You will see her again many times over, she may not know you and you may not know her but you will feel that bond every time you meet.’ ‘Do...es that mean I get to come back to Earth?’ ‘Yes you may and you will . . . you are part of a cycle. You will be with your mother again and again. As your spirit grows, you will know each other.’ They were no longer in the room but in a field outside where the village stood. The snow was falling in big fluffy flakes around them. ‘She is gone.’ ‘No child,. ?Men understand pain and force, dominance and terror best.?A second blow slashed the length of Jerry?s back. From the blade of his shoulder to the upturn of the cheek of his ass. The red turned a purple so bright that it was almost unnatural. A lividity that stretched like a gouge and wept tears of red where the braids had momentarily scraped the surface from his skin.Jerry was beyond crying and weeping. His body trembled involuntarily from the impact and the sheer agony of the blow. He rattled. "You want to get deeper eh," she teases as she raises the other buttock so I send my second hand to grip her ass cheeks. She grips my head, but by my ears rather than the top or side of my head so the sound becomes muffled and my world becomes licking her pussy.She is moaning, encouraging. I'm engrossed and thoroughly enjoying it."What the fuck are you doing with my wife," I hear a mans voice boom. She immediately sits up, holding my head tightly and pushing it into her pussy. I'm stuck, I. John smoothed down her skirt and patted her ass. “Are you sure? If you say yes, you will get your first spanking and it will hurt.”“Yes,” Jazzy whispered, mentally preparing herself for the first smack.John raised his hand and brought it down on her ass and then did it again, this time a little harder. He heard her gasp as his hand connected for the third time. After six smacks, he reached down, grabbed the hem of her skirt, pulling it up until he had it bunched up on her back. He gently.