Harry plunged deeper and deeper into her as she wailed and fought to escape from him. Slowly her fighting turned to frantic passionate lust as she gra...sped Harry's body. Shelia was tossing her head from side to side and started to babble incoherently as Harry plowed into her clutching cunt. I knew the lust she was feeling, having been in a similar spot with Harry. I looked on intently as Shelia surrendered to her a****l lust and begin to fuck back at Harry. There was a steady stream of spunk. This was a silly question really as Bryan was still holding his half hard dick and Pete was still holding mine. He then proceeded to rant on at great length telling us that we would all be expelled from the choir and that our parents would be informed and many other things. Then Pete surprised me by wading in and challenging the priest; “That’s inappropriate and grossly unfair especially as you enjoyed yourself watching us”. “Whatever do. Turn you around and wrap the rope around the tree so you can not leave. Pressing your hands against the truck, you feel my hand slap your ass - screaming out loud as your ass tingles you feel me spank you again, and again until your ass is red, sore, you have tears in your eyes. My hand is soft as I rub your ass making you feel better, spreading the warmth.You hear the sound of my belt being opening, my pants opening as I push your legs wide. You are naked, your ass is red, your hands are tied. Of course, you don’t know her, yet so my little plagiarism remains my secret. When she says it, answering back - when I ask her to do something - it makes my blood boil. I’m aiming for a similar effect here, a kind of rage that can only be tamed by the ropes around your wrists.“I have other plans, pet.” The choice of word surprises me just as much as it surprises you and the hidden feminist in me will no doubt analyse this obvious double standard later. When you are on top, I’m being degraded.