Remember it is forty in sets of ten.”“Yes, Mistress Samantha,” puddy tat replied.Almost as soon as puddy tat finished speaking, Sam whipped her ...left hand off of cheryl’s ass and used her right to slam the paddle down on cheryl’s left asscheek. The loud “Smack!” was almost like a rifle shot.I don’t know how cheryl was able to remain in place. Her whole body twanged like a spring, but somehow the fingers and toes remained in place.“Ahhh!” cheryl screamed.“One,” puddy tat counted.The next blow was. I had two fingers inside Ginger and she was soaked. Her girl juices had just started to run down her legs. She turned to me and said, “Fuck me while we watch them. Turn so they can see you go inside me.”Gin and I turned broadside to the window, and I duplicated what Doug had just done to Beth, slowly pushing my steely shaft into my wife’s flooded pussy. Ginger moaned, and I’m sure her satisfaction carried out the window and to our friends.As I stroked in and out of Ginger, she whispered back to. The breeze was blowing with a vengeance making a sound in the cave like a howling hyena searching for a mate in strange territory.One of the older men slapped her face and told her,“Don’t shut your pretty eyes, missy. The boss-man doesn’t want you to miss any of the fun.”She did her best to pretend it was all a scene of her own design and that she was not a victim but actually the organizer of the entire tableau with the express purpose of giving her just what she wanted after months of. I felt sick, and my shoulder hurt. I stirred, but then realized that I’m lying on my side, and that I’m stuck. Something was pressing my left arm. I remembered that I’m not alone as I heard soft weeping, resembling animal’s whine. I didn’t see the girl, the darkness was absolute. Then my eyes managed to discern a vague light spot, probably her shirt. “Are you OK?,” I asked. My voice had become hoarse and lisping. The weeping stopped. She sniffed. “Been better,” she muttered tremblingly and.