She then went to her bag got a whip handed it to me and got on all fours arse in the air. “Would Master please whip my unworthy arse, in punishment ...or me thinking I am good enough to service you,” she whimpered, I looked at Sue and Chelle; they both nodded and mouthed the word “Hard”. I lay the whip across sluts arse and she said, “Harder please Master as I am more unworthy than that”. I laid into her hard; raising wheals across her buttocks, tops of her legs and even her cunt, she never. He had to have her again! Had to! She had to be his, in spite of Nancy or Mark Denning!Priscilla had captured some of the juiciest, intimate shots, Desirée's cloudy, blue eyes, her sensually-parted lips, her big, round, pink-nippled tits jerking and jiggling beneath her, the small of her back curved downward with her beautiful asscheeks lifted high and spread while Clete's amazing prick hammered deep into her stretched, foam-mantled cunt. The girl had loved it then, and she could love it. He invited me out for an afternoon. We talked and laughed as if there had never been a rift. I had hope for his salvation once more. Then he sat down with me on a park bench and told me that he loved me. I knew he was sincere, and that his heart was reaching out to me. But then the struggle of his soul became apparent, as he told me that Jesus loved me too, and was willing to forgive me if I would go and sin no more, like the woman taken in adultery. Well, I had spoken with Jesus in the Ethers. It wasn't sexual, not right then, anyway. It was, I don't know, like something tight and now not so much. I'm not describing this very well, I know. Christ, I wondered, what the hell is happening to me?Harry stepped closer. His cock touched my lips, and I turned my head away. With difficulty, I have to admit. Somewhere inside me I wanted to turn back and suck him. No idea where that came from, either, but I kept my head turned away and Harry stepped back. I turned back to watch him walk over to.