Mr. Marshall is not there either, and neither is Paul. I have asked Paul if he sees the sessions, or if they are taped and he said no. He does know wh...t happens in them, although, when he sends me, he does not know if Mr. Marshall will use me or not. It is so frustrating. If at least Paul could see me being whipped, it would at least count for something. I strangle a sob. I lift my eyes and Parker stands in front of me.In his hands, the whip.Oh my God! It is been a long time since he's used the. The next thing Iknew I was in a diaper with a pair of jeans on, a t-shirt and a hoodie.The jeans took a bit of effort to get on with the diaper being so thickand I couldn't even close my legs properly from the diaper. At least thehoodie stopped any looker byers from the other kids on the bus.No one noticed the diapers, thank god. The only downside that I hadforgotten about was my pierced ears though. After everything that hashappened, it seemed like it was late, something small like earrings. Hewas above me and I was trapped below him. Tears were in my eyes from thepain. I imagined if all women go through the same pain.He then removed his own clothes and unleashed his dick. It was biggerthen my biggest dilator. He put my hands on it and told me to give ablow job. I refused and he immediately slapped me and forced my head onit. With tears in eyes and I tried to hold that mamoth organ in my handbut it was bigger than my both hands and I started rubbing it up anddown. The damn thing. But even that wasn't enough for his sadistic pleasure.That faint clink from the bowl of ice came again, only this time the ice-cool lips kissed her belly first, and began to cold, wet rail down to her clit. She whimpered, unable to help it, and began to squirm while she shivered. But he'd tied her well, and she couldn't escape the numbing cold. Finally, he relented, but still she could feel the cold that had penetrated her flesh. Now it was his fingers that guided the ice cube, making sure that.