I laid the whip down, and loosened her gag."I'm truly sorry, John, you must believe that, please." Is that it, you don't want food or a drink, or anyt...ing?"She shook her head, and I resumed, just hard enough to make her squeal not enough to break the skin, the black leather criss crossing her back and buttocks leaving the red marks like a checker board, neat and regular.Her squeals now echoed through my basement, I paused again, my shirt was soaked with perspiration, I ripped it off and threw. ” I was expecting her to tell me that she would call in again later, but instead she had walked through the kitchen and into the living room. “Hi Ben,” she said enthusiastically, “I just came over to let your Mom know they have some beautiful azaleas down at the garden center.” “Oh, okay,” I replied, “I’ll let her know.” I shifted uncomfortably, trying to hide the obvious bulge in my pants, hoping that she would leave. Instead, she sat down in the armchair opposite me. The fact that she was. "We aren't here to be your toys, witch. We-" I began but she only blew a kiss of pink mist. That was enough to keep me quiet."Oh I figured sweety, now why don't the three of you handsome boys get on your knees so that we can get started hm?" She said seductively, as she winked at us. But we just stood there, trying to get the whole of her beauty. I felt like kneeling. Like surrendering to whatever pleasures and tortures the beauty in front of me wished to grand or deny.Long, thigh high, latex. I froze with my hands in the dryer as I realized I was vulnerable, and he just stood there with that giant boner of his pointed straight at my ass, I am sure, because I could see between my legs where his feet were planted. I was wearing yoga shorts at the time, probably shorter than ones I would want him to see me in, definitely not the full length pants that were in the basket, so at least we were even on getting an eyeful of each other. I felt something else after I fully realized that he.