He used my nipples to spin me around, and while holding onto my shoulders, pushed me a couple yards over to a table, and pushed me down on it, bent at...the waist. He stuck his hand down the boxers I was wearing (my bf's), and pushed a few fingers up my wet pussy. With that he pulled down the boxers so fast I was afraid that they'd rip, and in one quick motion his cock was fully inside me. He immediately started pounding me so hard the table slid back and forth, and my breasts, smooshed under my. This time she screamed and screamed and screamed. The pain of the blow blotted out all thought of the ache in her shoulders, but as the pains subsided there was no respite as the strain on her upper body reasserted itself.The Emir came round in front of her and asked in a casual voice, "Does the pain of the whip take away the pain of the stretching? Or is it the other way round? Does the pain of the shoulders mask the pain of the blows?"Not knowing what he wanted to hear, she answered in the. He started to say something and I cut him off and said just slip into that sexy pink thong and come on over. Can we talk about it over the phone, I said when your ready to talk, come on over.and hung up. A couple of hours passed and I was thinking that maybe he wasn't going to show but there was a knock at the front door, a very weak knock. I answered it and he said may I come in, sure, if your wearing what I told you too. He kinda hung his head a little and stepped in past me and waited. . She did up the dishes and headed out, hoping she could miss the storm.She had only traveled about ten miles when it began to snow, lightly at first, then within a few minutes, heavier. Not the kind of wispy gentle snow often portrayed in images of Christmas, but heavy with flecks of ice beating down heavily on the windshield, making it very hard to see. She grumbled, “God damn weather! I should’ve known I couldn’t drive home without something happening.”Melinda thought about turning around and.