“I can’t wait to see you suffer and bleed while you’re being scourged with the metal whip,” Ophelia said to me, loud enough so that Mistress F...avia could hear.Mistress Flavia’s first lash across my back sent an icy spasm of pain exploding down my spine. Ophelia had brought her face up close to mine, close enough to kiss me, if she’d wanted. It was as if she wanted to share the agony I was experiencing. I even felt her press her groin against my cock and balls. Each blow of the whip was like a. I said that reverently, and I meant it whole-heartedly. Her body was magnificent, all soft flawless skin and gentle curves. She blushed at my unabashed stare but didn't try to cover herself with her hands; there was no coyness in Fatima. After a minute she reached forward and started to ease the green boxers I wore off me. I pushed my right foot against the mattress to help. She giggled when my fierce erection caught on the waistband and she had to free it. She made as if to swing her body. Hard as steel, I pressed the head of my cock against her asshole, hoping the semen from my orgasm and juices from her pussy would act as sufficient lubricant.“If it hurts, tell me and I’ll stop.”“Don’t worry, nothing you do could ever hurt me.”Leaning forward with one hand on her shoulder and the other against the mattress for support, I took a deep breath and slowly entered her. Feeling my manhood penetrating her anus, Angel gave a soft whimper of arousal while I tried to keep my breathing. “Go the hell away!”“Lucie! It’s Johnathon!” Hartwell shouted back to his sister.“I said go the hell away!” Lucie’s voice repeated at an even higher volume. “YOU I most definitely DON’T want to see!”Growling a moment Hartwell was about to walk away when he did an about face palming the door. Even as the door slid open he heard renewed yelling coming from within. Then several things began to fly toward the door thunking the wall.“Lucie stop,” Johnathon stated as he ducked a book. Diving low as.