"Whip me down the crack. Use a riding crop and make sure the end goes low enough to cut into my clitoris, please Master. I just love you to whip me," ...he implored him.Hiss ... CRACK!The crop rose and fell deep into her arse, cutting hard on to the well-oiled puckered brown sphincter, between the labia and the tip curled out of sight. She lifted clean off the bench with the agony of the stroke, and the Earl wondered if he had gone too far. As her scream subsided it was apparent that she was. Logan looked at his father and noticed the heavyset look. He was being absolutely serious."Though I have been through the academy, somehow I think they didn't tell me the whole truth," Logan said."Indeed they did not. As a Scout, you will travel to places that no one has been to before or that are rarely travelled. You will encounter pirates and other things out there and you must do whatever it takes for you to survive. I know you don't like harm anyone but if it becomes necessary then don't. Either you regret doing it or you forever wonder what would have happened if you had been bolder.As she held me, my nostrils filled with the sweet scent of her perfume and shampoo and I knew that Jamal and Sasha were watching from the van. I could have stayed there forever but knew it had to end. Summoning every last ounce of courage I had I bit the bullet.With my mouth just inches from her ear and its four piercings I said softly: “B, would you… Umm… I’d love to take you to dinner. Would. "Look," he explained to Simone, "the eucharistic hosts in the ciborium, and here the chalicewhere they put white wine." They smell like cum,” said Simone, sniffing the unleavened wafers."Precisely," continued Sir Edmund. "The hosts, as you see, are nothing other than Christ's spermin the form of small white biscuits. And as for the wine they put in the chalice, the ecclesiasticssay it is the blood of Christ, but they are obviously mistaken. If they really thought it was theblood, they would use.