Her hands furiously began to unbuckle me. “I need your cock…I need you to fuck me now! Make me cum…make me cum!” Her words were uttered in sho...rt breathless bursts.She lay back on the stone bench, her legs opened wide, straddling the bench with her feet dangling. Her dress was pushed up, exposing her pussy to the cold air; her blouse and bra pulled down around her waist. Her wicked gaze let me know that she knew exactly the picture she was portraying. Things were rapidly getting out of control. "I've made sure that she is pure and ready for you. You will take her here, in the pool; for any woman you breed in this pool will be guaranteed to conceive." Alex had never thought about having kids before, but now the desire was overwhelming. He stepped into the waters and Jenassa followed him. As he sat on the stone steps underneath the water, she straddled his lap and he kissed her. Her passion matched his own as their tongues danced and intertwined with one another. His hands moved to her. We had a few more drinks, several more dances and then she said she needed to go to the ladies’ room. Sheila soon came back…Just my luck, I thought, everything was in place to seduce her…We were on the dance floor for almost all of the dances. On the slow ones Sheila moved into me and it was impossible for her not to feel my erection. The little bitch did not say a word, but she did not back off either and I wondered if she was being a tease…I did not care, she might have felt my cock poking. But nothing real harsh or serious. Itnever truly hurt, at least in a bad way. Being shackled to the whippingpost gave her pause to explore it a little. It was a very thick woodenpost made of a hard wood. It was centuries old, and it's rough surface hadbeen warn smooth over the years by prisoners that were shackled to it,rubbing their bodies against it as they wreathed from the pain of thelashings they were receiving. It had a long history of holding prisonersin place for the lash, and she.