” I taunt her “We can’t have that, can we?” I slide off the table and grab her whip from the floor.She can’t see much, but she certainly fee...s the whip strike her spot. She screams excruciatingly. Another strike, and another scream, but she recoils more this time. A third whip connects with her wetness and I hear her sobbing through the gag. I might feel pity for her, if she had done for me once. As it is, I am convinced she is getting a lesson in karma.I clamber back onto the table and taste. She wailed in pleasurable shock and she felt as if she could climax right away. Scott stopped for a little, letting her adjust to his size, before he retreated and plunged even deeper inside of her. This time she whimpered in pure amazement that a part of him could feel so natural inside of her. She squeezed her inner muscles around his erect shaft and she heard him catch his breath in a whoosh as she kept releasing before squeezing her muscles again. ‘Yes, that’s right. Milk my cock,’ he. Not a pace I am accustomed to, and much to my embarrassment the gap feels like a gulf that can be seen by all...my position suddenly feels real. And so visible to others. The sense of inferiority too acute - worryingly?very hard to accept - and I catch myself?pushing my mind further into the coming weekend and what else might be different or unknown in RL? The thought makes me want to stop in my tracks, the real fear felt as the pressing thought "What if I cannot do what He might ask?" turns to. Actually once we found ourselves racing away after managing to piss of what seemed to be all the Sa'arm left on the planet it was definitely "FUN" in Erica's terms. You know: Fucked Up Now.Sorry, I'm tired and a little bit chirpy. I can't explain it. After two weeks of barely sleeping and the constant stress as we dodged Sa'arm patrols and tried to find ways to eliminate their "skywatchers" so a shuttle could come and rescue Erica and me, I should want to sleep, but the relief I'm feeling of.