He stated the first strokes would be on the gentle side graduallyincreasing in power and laid on from neck to waist with some even curling around to m...chest. Should I cry out or beg him to stop I must suffer until all 50 lashes had been deliveredand then if I’d agree to the additional 50 the same condition would apply.So I nodded my head the signal for him to start ; if this first lash was gentle I dreaded to thinkwhat later ones would be like , my whole body jerked under the rough rope as it. She had on long black latex stockings with lace garters showing just under the hem of her skirt. His eyes grew wider. On her feet were a pair of cruel looking patent leather ankle boots with 6- inch spike heels, and heavy ankle straps attached to each other with a sturdy little chain. They seemed to be giving her trouble, because she faltered a bit as the pair walked toward him. Her hands were covered by black latex gloves and she carried an old-style feather duster. She truly looked the. All the same, she would enjoy doing what he told her to do because she also thought that, provided she did not come on the "old Sharon", he would listen to her. She would have to talk sense though.She looked forward to the future with excitement.He did not whistle and Sharon was not surprised. On the other hand, she masturbated nightly: something she had never done before. She thought of him washing her, caressing her, gently and urgently making love to her but more than anything she thought of. ”“I know where it is,” Amaya groaned. It was on the far side of the campus from where she was.“The clock is running,” Wesley said.Amaya hung up and started to run. She realized immediately that running braless was going to be a problem. Her busty chest was bouncing like mad beneath her shirt. Amaya used to be proud of her chest because her American father’s genes had gifted her with a nice set in comparison to her mom’s flat chest. Now she was painfully shy of how much she jiggled as she ran..