Mistress grabbed a riding crop off a shelf, “Oh now you don’t.”With blinding speed she brought the small whip down on my breasts.I screamed in p...in.“One lash for every rep you miss.”In a rush of adrenaline, I managed to lift the bar three more times. Then I could do no more.“I guess that means that you owe me five lashes. Now lay still.”I laid on the bench as she smacked me with her riding crop. The first four to my stomach hurt, but the last one, right on my pussy was excruciating. I fell off. She said this was a precaution required to keep the price down. If they had to worry about dissatisfied clients, then the price would have to go up substantially.I still don't know why I did it. Maybe it was the attractive guy in the smartly cut business suit who came to the house that evening to help us with the paperwork. Or maybe it was the confidence of the woman who I'd talked to on the phone that morning. She seemed so positive that I'd get a baby from this procedure. She had said that. I have heard in the past that some masseuse can leave you barely able to stand after getting off their table. As I layed there listening to the soft spa music I felt the warm smelly oil stream down my back. Each time he poured I felt his hands catch the motion of the oil heated into my skin. I was getting so relaxed he could have done anything to me at that time because I was ready. I wanted more and more as he pressed deeper into my skin. He was doing everything right! His hands felt familiar. 50′ deep ribbed phallic, rose up between the lips of the labia massager. It was 1′ thick and slowly expanded to 2.75′ inches thick. The phallic was self lubricating and each rib pulsed and rippled independently. A hidden tube at the base of the phallic delivers the Sybian’s ejaculant. Julia’s breath quickened when she saw all the parts begin to move. Soon the phallic rose up and she gasped when she saw the skewering ribs pulse and throb. It made three upward strokes and jettisoned its.