"Beat me, Master, beat me!"What man could resist such an invitation? Refuse such a requestt?I lost count of the number of times the leather of the be...t lashed her skin: the taut flesh of her butt, the tender flesh between her legs and for variation its upward strokes on her pussy. It was a joy to watch her every shudder, to listen to the slap of each stroke on her and see the reddening of her skin.But she was enjoying this too much. Not once did she remember to thank me for each stroke, as a. ’ He paused, grinning. ‘Of course, if it takes off and you make a bundle, I take all the credit.’ ‘This was just a meet and greet, Miss Burke, to see if we can work together. If you want to establish a relationship with my company, call and set up an appointment. The receptionist will tell you what to bring for the first consultation. Good luck to you, Miss Burke, I hope your career is a successful one. Here’s my card.’ He rose to leave. As he was leaving, he looked over his shoulder. ‘Oh, and. I found my fingers just over her tiny clit, I began teasing it by ever so gently running my middle finger back and forth across it. Jennifer let out a deep moan. Slowly I started picking up pace, rubbing her clit gently in a circular motion, around and around. As it became more erect, I brushed over it faster and harder. She put a scream and moaned grabbed my wrist, trying to stop me from continuing to pleasure her clit. I place my hand over her mouth, and rubbed faster, she tightened her legs. "He was exhausted but couldn't sleep. "Overreacting." The word had gotten a lot of use lately. After rolling around restlessly in the bed for thirty minutes, Steve got up and padded down the hall to the study. He got online and brought up his email program.Overreacting? He knew what he'd seen. There wasn't any overreacting to that... not hardly.Barbara was still in contact with this Mr. Porter and that stuck in Steve's craw. Well, she had been on Saturday and nothing had happened to change.