As the railway entered the cutting, the footpath climbed, eventually leading away at a tangent, rising steadily. The Copse on the hill in front of her... was obviously Huish Coppice, and with the rise in elevation she was gaining a clearer view of this part of the valley, and also the village. The Copse was apparently the same one that she had seen from the window at the Inn that morning, the railway in its cutting being totally obscured from Combe Lyney, the meadows creating the illusion that. Stupid schoolgirlsrequire much more strict discipline than other girls. you will know howto address me before this night is over."i sobbed again, not due to the pain, but due to the fear of the pain iknew i was about to suffer. And, i knew i had painted myself into thiscorner...trying to get out of trouble...now i was in worse trouble. Hestruck me again, and it felt like a knife slashing across my thigh. Hepaused a moment and ran his hands across my legs, both inside and out."You have smooth. Not my throat... I need more cum for the jar..." said Emilia quietly as she sat up. She looked around for the condom that Scott had just used."Looking for this?" giggled Scott as he threw the condom at Emilia's face. It was empty. Emilia brought her hand between her legs and felt inside her pussy, and gasped. Scott laughed out loud as he stood up and pulled his jeans back up. Drew too, couldn't contain his laugh. To Drew, Emilia Clarke was just a worthless slut now, nowhere like the goddess he. His hands and the gown finally rise above her hips, his eyes in the mirror are riveted to her. As the slow ascent begins to reveal her she feels him throb against her bottom, where he presses against her. She looks up to the mirror and sees his eyes have shifted to hers. The left side of his mouth is turned up in a half smile. "What?" she asks, again he slowly shakes his head. Her response is cut off as his hands move up her ribs, bringing another shudder. The hands and her gown continue their.