She could take it these days a lot better than on that first terrible day.Each time she was forced to kiss the whip, stained with her blood after all ...this time, before the next episode of torture commenced. She had refused to submit to this humiliation only once - never would she repeat that defiance, not after what they did to punish her. The ten lashes had been doubled, putting her in bed with delirium for a week. When the whippings were over she would always have to thank the pirate who had. Lesly gave me a little smile and kneeled down on the floor, resting her chest on the bed. She reached around with her hands and spread her ass cheeks so I would have access to her young pussy. I moved behind her and slid my cock into her soaking pussy. She was now getting used to my size. I looked at Susan still spread eagle on the bed with her hands cupping her just fucked pussy. She slid her fingers through her swollen pussy and then licked her fingers clean. Lesly looked over her shoulder. She winced. The thought that her daughter was of the age of consentwas disturbing; not because she was concerned about Mary's chastity;Mary reaching censual age meant that her mother was getting old.The drone of their whispering and the squeaking of the couch awakenedMary; she pretended that she was still asleep but watched her motherand her 'uncle' through heavily lidded eyes.Walter was nuzzling her mother's neck and his hand was under her skirt,which he'd rucked up her thighs. Her stocking. It was a rather large room and it was filled, front to back, top to bottom, with sex toys in every possible shape, size, and color. I wandered slowly around the room staring in wonder at all of the oddly shaped objects. I obviously knew about vibrators and dildos, but there was so much more than those. There were vibrators and dildos of every size and color. There was a large black one the size of my arm. I couldn’t imagine that being pleasurable for anyone. There were several that looked like.