The fabric falls naturally back in place so that by the time I'm finished, although it's now completely undone, you can see nothing. I can sense your ...rustration.Careful not to reveal too much I lean over and hand you my camera. You look down at it for a second, then back up at me, I grin and switch it on, my shirt slipping to the side a little so that you catch a glimpse of my bra before I sit back and it drops back into place.Raising the camera, you snap off a photo.Holding your gaze, I. Of course, this was completely different, considering that she had a lot more for him to play with.Kelly closed her eyes and smiled, obviously enjoying his attentions. Fortunately, he had not forgotten everything; he still remembered a few things about giving pleasure to a woman. He let his fingers trace around her nipples for a while, then squeezed them gently between his thumb and forefinger. Some girls liked it more rough, but he was always very gentle the first time until he got to know. The thin fabric of the half-slip provided little protection from lashes of the strap. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!……the blows continued…then a pause. “Now we pause little whore.” she said “We pause so that you might feel the stinging sensation of the lash as it burns into your skin. Do you feel burning deeply into our flesh whore.”After she let adsorb the stinging pain from the strap for 30-45 seconds she grasped the elastic waistband of my half-slip and yanked down off my bottom. She let it. I’m not sure what we will be when I leave the hospital, but I know if I pop your cherry here, you will never be more than maybe a fuck buddy at best if you don’t outright hate me. I guess it is good that I have to talk to the psycho doctors next. I don’t feel like the old me at all.I found there was a big group of men and women psychologists and psychiatrist residents waiting for me. I met with one or two at a time. Each asked me about everything about me from when I was a little kid up through.