Aurore was very much afree spirit and lived the life of a determinedbohemian. The Countess, popular report had it, wasnot on good terms with her Auro...e. The Countess was a tireless worker for charity;for war orphans, for war wounded, for the blind,for – the list was seemingly endless. I hadattended the launch of her latest charity for therelief of destitute White Russian refugees andafterwards I wrote what I considered to be one ofmy most sympathetic pieces. On the day after. "Don't forget the safe word," Liam reminds her."Yes," she breathes.I strike with the crop, directly and she lets out a muffled squeal. I pause, giving her time to decide if she wants more. She doesn't use her safeword. I continue with the strikes and watch as she squirms at each one and cries out. I stroke downwards and the crop comes away, covered in her satiny liquid. She definitely gets off on being treated mean.I hand the crop to Liam then lubricate my hand. I slide a finger inside and. The professor had a mirror on the inside of her office door and she thought she had seen a crack in it after the bastard had left. She took a closer look and sure enough there was a crack in the mirror. A voice in the back of her mind told her that the crack wasn’t in the mirror, it was in her. She called her assistant in to check the mirror. After her assistant told her there wasn’t a crack in the mirror and left, Professor Rohn sat there and shuddered in terror; though she couldn’t say what. Auf einmal vernahm ich ein leises Stöhnen von rechts und blickte natürlich sofort auf. Lea hatte doch tatsächlich ihre rechte Hand in ihrer nun offenen Skinny Jeans und schien sich an ihrem Kitzler zu vergnügen. Sie lächelte und zwinkerte mir zu, doch ich konnte keinen klaren Gedanken fassen. Wenn das jetzt jemand sieht? Es war mir peinlich, aber meine Hose beulte sich gut sichtbar aus. Lea beeindruckte das – zu meiner Verwunderung – überhaupt nicht. Sie genoss ihren Spaß und den Kick, man.