He hesitated. Time hung still and I felt a twinge of nerves. I closed my eyes, as I couldn’t see him anyway. I could hear only the wind in the grass..., the air moving over my all but naked body. My vest bunched in a band round my hips, my jeans tangling my legs. Come on. Do it. His feet moved, brushing in the grass. I felt the tip of his cock touch my ass. His hands rubbed round hips and explored up between my legs. I rested my arms on the trunk lid and splayed my fingers out on the rear window.. When he stood back up, he replaced the tip of the whip to her navel and moved it down further. He teased and tickle her inner thighs, whacked them a couple times with the whip, then smiled when he saw the glistening moisture at the tops of her thighs. The whip came up and entered her nether lips. Its rough leather teased and pinched at her clit. The sensation swept through her and as a subconscious response, she leaned back slightly further and her legs split wider by a few inches. Her husband. Though a serious man, his liveliness and passion and surprising sense of humor made his untimely death that much more difficult to bear. The fact that the source of his death was the source of his presence among his people, his peculiar and unique brain which had an ability to do things no one else could do, at least at the level he could do them, and which conceived and propagated and expanded his philosophy into a substantial though discrete and, in terms of society at large, peripheral cult. By the time the boy pushed into her one last time, hiscock jerking as it spurted his seed into her depths,Amanda’s buttocks felt raw, even her traitorous body hadlost its feeling of excitement under his onslaught. WhenTom finally pulled himself from her back passage shecollapsed in a sobbing, untidy heap, thankful only thatthe ordeal was at last over, that they had no other waysto take her, or so she believed. Locked in her pain and humiliation Amanda heard the boyslaughing as they stood.