He sighed and wondered if she saw him masturbating, he wasn’t sure whether he hoped she did so he can tell her it was her who turned him on so much ...nd he only wanted her or he hoped she hadn’t so he wouldn’t have to face rejection if she didn’t feel the same way about him. He finished masturbating and his shower dressed and went downstairs. He saw the sandwiches in the fridge along with some iced tea and lemonade and through the glass doors in the other room he saw her swimming. She was. You are going to see that today. The whip can kill and it does not kill quickly. One of those techniques is called Skin the Cat. It is in three stages. The first stage is to maximize the pain and humiliation of the slave. It is a drawn out process of laying crisscross patterns all over the body. And just when it seems like it cannot get worse, it does. It gets much worse. I don't want to spoil all the surprises, but in the second stage of the process the whip begins to remove parts, like toes,. ” Tracey snapped wondering if she was really going to do this, the paper boy knew her by sight and would automatically think she was now a slave but raising all her courage and wishing she had time to look in a mirror first she stepped out of the bedroom and into the lounge.To say the boy looked startled would be an understatement and his eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw the stark naked Tracey facing him and she was sure she was suddenly going to lose her courage and make a bolt. “What are you doing?” I groaned.I need your cum to leave this place, she whispered.“A phantom?” I groaned. Did that make her real? Her touch was delicious, stimulating, and more than a figment of my imagination. I leaned back and let out a growl as she stroked me faster. “But...that will change you.”Do you trust me?I wasn't even sure she was real. But phantoms were dangerous. All the stories told of the dangers of spirits ingesting cum or pussy juices. It would make them able to manifest.