CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
“Permission to come, sir!”
It made me feel selfish, really. It hadn’t occurred to me that she could be getting anything out of this. This whole situation was so much like one of those letters to the editor in some jerk-off magazine that it was easy to forget she was a flesh and blood gal.
The rope around her waist kept her p***y pretty much teetering on the peak of that top bar, and forced her to arch back and push out her ass. Still, she could wriggle her hips a bit. The blanket under her had gotten all bunched up around her p***y while she was getting her ass beat, and that cloth was tickling up and down her bare slit every time I poked her. She was probably feeling my d**k right down into her belly, and there had to be some pressure on her female parts. She was actua
