"James offered him the leather whip from the selection of instruments and he accompanied Greg to where Becca was tightly tethered awaiting the next in...talment of her punishment.Becca strained to look over her shoulder as she heard her Master addressing the crowd. She didn't know how to react to the offer being given to another Master to perform the whipping. The waiters had seemed to be doing a good enough job, in her opinion. But as the man spoke, she knew to be a bit more afraid. He did not. CJ and I were set up across the house from his parent's bedroom. He told me his mom would probably not care about us sharing a room, but his dad insisted we at least keep up appearances by putting us in separate rooms. "I can't believe they let us have adjoining rooms!" I marveled."My dad will turn a blind eye to what we do on this side of the house. But he made a promise to your dad, so we just need to be discreet," CJ told me."So no screaming during sex. Got it," I joked.CJ went to tell his. And she realized with shock that she wanted more.The path wound a short way to the left along the brook and ended in another forest clearing, a modest one about the size of a large room. Tree limbs there had been cleverly trained to form a wall that faced the brook, curving toward the water like the hands of a priest reaching out to the gods in supplication. The limbs and leaves of the espalier wall surrounded a space of bare brown soils on three sides and supported a wild array of tropical. ) * Her moans had the same effect on Marshall and he couldn’t help but whisper into the microphone from the video camera. ‘Can you hear her, chere? Those are the same moans, the same sounds you made…you know…the first time you and Greg were together.’ He paused to catch his breath and calm down just a little. ‘Please, chere…promise me I can be there the next time you see him…’ And the moans, along with her actions, gave Greg the answer he was looking for as well. ‘Well, Tommy-boy,’ he smiled.