I was only glad that Rosie could vouch for him and would guarantee my assignment fee.The show that Miss Harris was giving took place one Wednesday af...ernoon in an Edinburgh hotel. She was one of half a dozen or so new designers that day, the rising talent that the scouts would be checking out. The guests, photographers, reporters and assorted hangers-on occupied the front rows around the catwalk, while members of the public sat behind us in three or four tiers. So it was busy, but not. It had also been a few days since we had sex so he was probably pretty anxious in the first place and me doing what amounts to teasing him, although to that point it was the furthest thing from my mind, certainly wasn’t helping him any. Being the good wife I figured “why not”, I took another deep drag, exhaled, pressed the garage door opener to close the door and as it lowered I moved over to where he was standing on the stepstool. As I took another drag I pressed the garage door opener,. .........thank you Master." At every thrust she pants her submission.?His rhythm is increasing and now He eases the girl back onto Himself until she is kneeling her body vertical, her legs forced wide by His body, His hands now on one breast and her belly, her head falls back upon His shoulder and she stares at the ceiling through half closed eyes, panting between fat,?blood filled?lips. She automatically tries to help the thrusts by using her legs to lower and raise herself on Him but Master. ? the swollen funbag udders were then clamped, nipples receiving two as Your property cried like a baby and thanked Master for the agony.? ?it then lashed it's back, the full 50 with the whip, leaving nice bloody marks, but not enough to cause permanent damage and the quirt was taken to it's already puffy and raw cunthole.? the metal blades have torn Master's cunthole up, combined with the torture panty it wears everyday.? The paddle beat down 20 times on Master's cuntmeat, leaving it so.