It's a big day too. I wouldn't want to disappoint anyone expecting their Valentine's." True," Marie replied, and then shuddered as a gust of cold air ...hipped against her."I should get going and let you close the door before you freeze. Have a happy Valentine's Day, Ms. Collins." You too, Paul," she responded as he turned.Marie closed the door and looked down at the magazines again. She looked out the window to see him glancing back over his shoulder toward the door.The thought occurred to her. "He shook his head and tried to hand her back her bra. She slapped it away. Her nipples were like strawberries, dark pink ones and her young breasts were fully rounded and pointed upward and outward, the size and shape of softballs. Ginger's had been kind of conical. He almost reached for them but quickly put his hands behind him, feeling his big cock tremble, his balls throb."Has she got any hair on her snatch, dear brother, or is she too young, you cradle robber? Let me show you hair." She. You can not stand anymore and can not move."Have you taken enough A?" No Sir, no, please go on. I need more. Make me suffer for you, please." It comes out almost in panic."Then remain still now."The whip comes again, at full force now and you fall forward, wriggling your body in pain. You manage to get up again, your body now cover with fierce red stripes, blue spots showing through and you literally sweating little drops of blood now; sand, blood, sweat and tears mixing on your burning skin.. I patted the bed beside my hip."Sit here," I said. "We will finish what you started in the truck."With a giggle, she climbed on the bed, lay down between my feet and reached for my cock. She wrapped her hand around the swollen shaft and began stroking. Soon she had both hands on it."That's it," I instructed. "Slow strokes, one down and one up. Rub the tip as well."She did as I told her - stroking, teasing, cupping my balls. My cock was hard as stone and throbbing as she kept glancing at my.