“Forgive me, Patrick.” She whispered before pulling the whip back, allowing it to unravel, and striking. Patrick jumped, crying out as a streak of...welts appeared across his shoulder and down his chest. Just as the pain turned to a dull throb Breeze hit him again, leaving a string of welts across the other shoulder and down his chest. “Stop! Please!” He begged, trying to move out of the way of the next several hits, but to no avail. Breeze walked around him, striking out with each step. Soon. All of her buddies had left the disco on that day, and she hired a taxi to go home, also sharing it with friends. The taxi driver would drop off all five at their particular homes, as each turn came in. That’s why she had been riding in the passenger seat for easy descending. This didn’t trouble her or was embarrassing in any way, to ride alone in the taxi for the last leg of the trip on her way home; being the last passenger in the taxi with such handsome driver, made her proud and. I locked my door and flopped on my bed, trying my best not to think about Rick or my mom. I turned on my stereo and used the headphones so I wouldn't have to listen to their voices echoing through that big old house. Why are drunken people louder than everyone else? I'd been looking forward to frigging myself, without actually planning on it. You know what I mean. I just knew that I'd get home and do it, and then curl up warm and happy and still dreaming of whatever and go to sleep. But they'd. She slowly pulled my dick out of my jeans and boxers. She went down and licked her lips. She took my whole dick in her mouth and gave me a awesome deep throat, down to her uvula, and brought it back out. She then began to suck on the tip. As I stood there in a daze. Sara was moaning softly, I was ready to fuck her brains out and wanted to move to the bed. I asked her if she would mind if we moved on to the sex, but she ignored me and kept sucking me off. I asked her a second time if we could.