He liked to do that at first. Steve was no dom. There was no preparation or safe words. There would be no aftercare. Christie would be left lying on t...e studio’s rough carpet, having to tend to her own wounds. He was simply a man who liked to hurt women. Steve swung the cane faster this time. Christie could hear it hiss as it came down. More fire. Gradually, the pauses became shorter, Steve saying with each stroke, ‘You’re mine, Christie. Mine.’ After a while she could no longer hold back her. All of a sudden, my eyes lit up, my pulse rate shot up and my mouth turned dry as it was an ideal time and opportunity for a long phone sex. I wished if he could come over to my place and take full use of the opportunity of having the house completely to ourselves. As we started talking, I told him about me being alone at home and my hubby out of Delhi and his return late night. After a short conversation, he told me that he had some work near our place and would like to have a cup of tea with. "If you see anything, call for help, okay?" Okay." She reached out and held my elbow as I moved away. "Thank you," she said, quietly, "I know picking me up was your wife's idea, but I'll try not to be in the way. I want to earn my passage, so I'll need to learn." Carry on as you are, and you'll be an asset," I said, and she smiled.In our cabin, I stripped to t-shirt and boxers and slipped into bed. Grace was nude, which was perhaps not the best idea, and she wrapped herself round me without,. . p-please" but the pink haired girl who towered above me held it out of my reach. "If you want it you have to come and get it" she said mockingly. She held it within reach and when I tried to grab it she moved it away quickly before I could grasp it. She held it above me, out of reach, and told me to reach for it. When my hand would get close she would just reach higher. Going on her tip toes she told me to jump for it, and out of desperation I jumped and jumped, to no avail, only making.