Like a racing horse jockey to his spurs and riding crop she had her spiked leather glove on her other hand , home made by me with a golf glove and thu...b tacks that she began stroking my clitty with as the paddle landed on my pussy cheeks. In what seemed like seconds out came my gag. I was mumbling, then screaming in a girly high pitched voice asking pleading to cum. Probably for this reason she said no I wasn't ready yet and continued her torment. I was told I wasn't fast enough , humping hard. " I flinched. "Her name was Danielle. She was probably ten years older than me, and had just been made an enchanter, after passing her harrowing."She was beautiful, and I had a bad case of puppy love. She was kind to me, always helping me; I'd not seen kindness since being taken away, and the journey from the Anderfels had been a long one, accompanied only by faceless, nameless templars." He shuddered. "They hadn't been intentionally cruel, but they wouldn't take off their helms, wouldn't talk. And, yes, she had read the publicity and travel brochures left behind in the condo ... multiple times ... since yesterday.The reason for her sudden pessimism was she'd recently found herself in something akin to house arrest. The cause? As of two days ago, a plague of locusts equipped with cameras and microphones had descended and were now waiting at all hours for her to emerge on the street level side of the complex. Rachel quietly sighed. Life had finally settled down and then her ass of an. After that I’ll drive the rental car over to the agency that I rented it from and turn it in. Following that, we can do whatever you would like,” I told her.Manassas was only a half hour drive or so from Grace’s house. I had checked for where to wash the car on Saturday along with the locations of the rental agencies, and had all of that information on the tablet. The SUV was waiting when I arrived at the rental agency I had chosen. I used another of my identities for this, that of a Mr. George.