Zoë was saying stuff like "Would you like me to put my lips around this cock? Hmmmmm, you want me to suck it?" A hoarse "Yeahhhh" was I could get o...t of my lips but with both hands I combed my fingers through her hair, grabbed both sides of her head firmly by her beautiful red hair, and started pushing her mouth gently but steadily down over my cock. Most women I've been with start to gag with 2 or 3 inches of my dick still out of their mouths, but to my amazement, Zoë offered no resistance. “We’re going to punish you with the crop tonight. Forty-two lashes. Then you will endure a certain number of forced orgasms.” Master’s voice was firm, non-negotiable and I swallowed as I tried to comprehend his words. No way could I come forty-two times. Master helped me to stand and unclipped the cuffs behind my back, but my freedom was short-lived as he quickly clipped them together in front of me. Then he raised my arms and attached the cuffs to a chain that dangled from a discreet hook in. ‘Is everyone alright?’ cried the driver from his cabin, ‘sorry about that, a learner driver came out in front of me!’ ‘I shall be fine thank you’ Lorraine said to the driver and others concerned. ‘it was just a bit of a shock that’s all and very embarrassing.’ The guy she’d fell upon helped her to her feet and eased her down on the seat next to him. He smiled warmly and said he was glad she was alright. ‘Are you sure you are not hurt?’ enquired a person behind. ‘You have every right to claim. I've never been smacked by some bitch before, though I've smacked plenty of bitches. Afterwards, she had me lie on the carpet, legs and arms spread. Sholonda knelt beside me, and held a very large dildo in her hand. Without a word, she jammed it inside my pussy. I couldn't it. She just rammed it in. I howled as Sholonda began slamming the dildo inside of me. Laughing, she fucked me harder, seemingly turned on by my screams.I had never had something like this done to me. Even when I masturbated.