. Rubbing it… and soaping it… and washing it…”“Washing, what?” I managed to ask.Cassie liked to speak properly, and it wasn’t often she ...ngaged in "dirty talk". She thought it wasn’t lady-like. But I needed to hear her say the actual word.“My bottom, silly! I’m getting my bottom all clean and shiny for you.”“No,” I tried to whisper. “That’s not the word I want to hear.”“What word do you want to hear? It’s just my bottom, my rear-end, my… hiney?”My raging cock was making me a little aggro.“Say. ” “Do it,” she whispered, a tentative smile raising the corners of her mouth.John again felt resistance and stopped when he sensed Jessie’s discomfort. He tried several times but decided he needed a different approach. Trying to be gentle and slow wasn’t working. With one firm thrust, he buried his cock and Jessie yelped, tears spilling down her cheeks.“Sorry,” he said, but kept his throbbing cock inside, waiting for Jessie to relax her vaginal muscles. She was tense beneath him and he lovingly. She began to sip the water.?The fear in her made it almost impossible to imagine finishing the largepitcher.? CRACK!? CRACK!CRACK!? CRACK! CRACK!? CRACK! She jumped as the bullwhip struck her back and as hecontinued the strokes she drank faster.?She poured another glass as he moved to start whipping her ass and then thefront of her naked thighs.? He pulled herto her feet and then whipped the back of her thighs and her lower legs as shegasped and choked on the water.? Half thepitcher was gone. ”“Fuck off you bitch, you tricked me. You know I didn’t want this shit, fuck off and leave me alone.”“Suit yourself,”Michelle does not miss the irritation in her words and the observance gives her a small reason to smile. “Good, hope I really pissed off the bitch,” and she wonders what the time is, the only clock she has seen in the house is the one in the office earlier.For some reason the short interaction with the woman gives her the impetus, to stand to go and sit at the window and face the.