Her body jerked uncontrollably, but her screams were as mute as the people whipping her. she could hear the cracks of the whip, feel the lines of fire...building up across her back and buttocks, as the whipping continued relentlessly.How much could she take, how many times would that fire burn her back, before it all stopped? It seemed to go on endlessly, her whole back and buttocks burning with the sting of the whip, her body criss-crossed with angry red welts, and blow after blow was. If I had pubes they could sweetly poke out of the lace crotch, but I don’t have a single hair on my crotch, legs, or underarms. Frankly, if I didn’t have this desire that I carry with me I still feel like I would shave all of these parts, it feels so wonderful. I put on some black pantyhose and some pink sparkling lipstick, with a cute little boy undershirt over my bra. I put on some small heels and walked to the living room. I got turned on by hearing my own footsteps clank in my heels as I. I grabbed her and hoisted her up onto one of the counters and kept both her legs spread apart with my hands. I dove into her pussy, making out with it before sticking my tongue into her vagina by about an inch. She loved it. I kept doing it, fucking her pussy with my tongue while she was using her fingers to rub her clit. Not even a minute had passed by when she spoke. “I’m going to cum!” And she did. All her juices sprayed right onto my face and her body shook and shivered in intense delight.. "I know I've made yousuppress your feelings about women's clothing, but to learn that forall this time you have been running a secret life as a writer behind myback is grossly unfair." She was right and I acknowledged as much.Maureen then went on to ask sensible questions about my writing andexactly what Guy was suggesting. I had taken the precaution of printingoff a copy of "Flat Mates" - all 14 chapters of it! - and I gave themanuscript to her. "I suggest you read this first" I said "and then.