You will feel each and every lash, but even after 299 strokes I will not have broken the skin. Your body will be bruised to the bone, but the skin wi...l not be broken."He brushed the coiled whip slowly down the front of slave witness's body. "The 300th lash, however, I will apply differently. I want it to cut and to mark. It will be from the right side, directly across the center of your ass. It will cut deeply into the skin... and to insure that you scar, I will pour lemon juice and salt. I kiss down to your hands and suckle at each finger looking at you through hooded lids and I grind softly against you. I place my lips at your waist band as I swirl my tongue underneath your lacey panties. I hear you gasp as you get aroused from my show of wanting. I rub my face against your thighs. Inhaling your scent. I lick your right thigh first starting to spell out the letters of the alphabet on you. You shiver. My husband walks over and moves his hands down your body until he gets to my. I looked at the book one last time before I returned it to the librarian for placement back on the shelf for another reader. It was right at that moment that I realized we were all like books on the shelf waiting for someone to read us and pass us on to the next person to enjoy as well. I decided that I would take out a book about a specific battle in the American Revolution and see if it would trigger my sub-conscious to make that mystical jump back into the past in the same way I had done. He said he does not let little slut whores tell him what to do and with that in one swift move he jostled the full length of his big hard cock inside my tight ass. Master was true to his words I lost my breath for a few seconds before he withdrew his cock and once again deliberately slamming it back inside my ass. This continue for what seemed like forever and the whole time he would go back and forth with his conversations with me and his slave. He ask his slave if watching his Master fuck.