4 LIVES AT THE HOMESTEAD Part 8 - Sex Stories

4 LIVES AT THE HOMESTEAD Part 8

HOMESTEAD Part 8 Sunday morning, folk were slow starting; breakfast was nearer to brunch again, so patty and the dog would wait till next time. The folks loaded up and put away in the vans ready to get away, it was fully 3 before we assembled in the dungeon. Eve undressed and was secured on the cross as she had asked, she then asked for a refinement of her head being held back to stop her being damaged if her head was to fall forward in a faint into the whips arc and this was done by a cord from the back of her gag. The horse was fetched the saddle removed and patty was soon in the position though unable to see Eve. Sam called “they are off” and as he started the horse to rock I struck the first blow, with every Tick of the clock the cat swang, landing viciously on the creamy skin, the wait between ticks, seemed endless for me, also I am certain for Eve, at twenty I changed to the single tail and within ten more minutes bl**d was beginning to trickle down her now livid breasts in rivulets. Patty was fairing worse though as bl**d was dripping freely from under her seat Ann was about to stop my ministrations to Eves tit`s when to every-ones relief Patty cried “Porridge” at 39 minutes. Eve now hung in her bonds her head held back and drool from the gag dripping and dropping on to her bl**dy breasts, eager hand s released the friends, and they were soon on the road home, Patty on a pillow naked from the waist down, and Eve laid out on one of the camper’s beds still naked. As ...

... they vanished up the lane Ann remarked “God alone knows what Joe would say if Mr Plod stops them!” With a smile I suggested “Joe will say it was fancy dress make up and keep that straight face of his!” Another long weekend was over We began making plans for our Anniversary get together by E mail. Patty amongst the other talents was a fantastic Cake baker and she promised to supply the cake, Eve and Joe were coming down on the Thursday, but Patty and Ted would not be with us till the Friday evening as would either Babs or Sam due to their work. Our kennel was doing a roaring trade mean-time; with all in large dogs which Tim had found homes for, mostly with difficulty, the new owners not able to take their new pets for a week or two. So many that Pedro, our Newfoundland had been moved into the house now that he had calmed down a bit, so we could use his run. As usual we had abstained for a few days before our guest`s arrival, but that of course we knew would be changed on the Thursday afternoon when Joe and Eve arrived, though I had promised Ann nothing would happen till she got home from work. They arrived at 3pm, just as I set out with a particularly awful Alsatian for his exercise so I told them to help themselves and to set up the van I would be back in a while, and then we set off at a trot the a****l being eager to have a run along the canal side. Difficult to control at best the b**st took a bit of handling and it was a good ¾ of an hour before I returned. The camper had ...