He following story is created for a very, inspiring, lets say, friend.. It does build up to a very rewarding ending, I just wanted to build up some te...nsion before that, trying to describe a few of the many things that'd be going through my head in this scenario :) I do hope you enjoy it and get at least half as horny as I've gotten writing and thinking about it, over and over again >. "He likes this almost as much as YOU do" I said to My slut. She craned her neck to look at him and then rolled her eyes, adding:"He always had dreams of spanking me" she replied. "Daddy?" her voice got very seductive... "Show him how to spank a brat, will you please?" Of course" I replied with a grin, "Yet it will be for My pleasure, not his."With those words, I delivered 5 more hard and deliberate strikes of My belt across her succulent and vulnerable ass. The welts were unmistakable. Her. He noted the blank look on my face. “You have not heard of the Swing Riots, which took place in parts of Kent and Essex?”“My regiment was ordered to remain at Chippenham for three days; the galloper who brought the orders mentioned something of unrest in those two counties, but I have not heard of this Captain Swing fellow until now.”Magistrate Crossley quickly appraised me of the eponymous Captain Swing and his followers, who send letters warning landowners, factory owners, and property. She focused on Jacob’s cock she rose and fell on but found herself now being pulled by Matt and pushed by Jacob and she was being removed from that cock, too. She moaned in frustration. She was getting so close to the orgasm she desired, needed, craved. She allowed her body to be manipulated, maneuvered however the men wanted. She trusted they would continue fucking her, she just needed to be patient, go with their direction, be content in being used … yes, used … what she wanted, isn’t it? ….