But they're denied by the metal frame and chains keeping me exposed for my Mistress. The flogger lands again, right across my breasts, and the world ...ent white. My vision lost behind a flash of pure agony that washes everything else away for a moment. I can't hear over the rushing blood hammering in my ears. The flogger lands again, again the steady rhythm, no longer able to add any more pain, but keeping me at that pinnacle. It stops, I'm not even sure when exactly, but I suddenly realized. When he told them Sharon had sent him they escorted him to a chair. They brought him a glass of juice and were chatting steadily as he drank it. He quickly fell asleep. The next thing he knew one lady was saying to him, "Well it's about time you wake up. You must have been tired, you've slept almost three hours, but we got your make-up done." They turned him toward the mirror. He looked at his face; he saw narrow eyebrows, eye shadow in three different shades, red lips and blush on his cheeks.. The same white ones she wore when her plane went down.“Did you know she was a fugitive from the law?” Horner asked Horace.“Yes, I did.”“Cuff him too,” he ordered the deputy.“FOR WHAT?” Nicole challenged the sheriff.“I’m afraid you do not have any jurisdiction on me,” Horace snapped.“I am a government employee and you will get into trouble with the feds if you make me abandon my post.”“He had nothing to do with it,” she rose to defend him. “I crashed not too far from here and he rescued me. If. Since we were in public, we kept our shirts on. I pulled her jeans and panties down, pulling one leg free of her jeans. Now I had access to her hairy triangle of pleasure. I inserted a finger between her already well lubed pussy lips and sucked the juices off of my finger.We were standing next to a small tree, using it to balance and hang on to for support. She held to one of the lower tree branches and spread her legs. Enough so that I had access to lick the stream of pussy juice coming from.