Getting bolder, I move my whole hand over the front of her panties. My thumb begins rubbing her clit as my fingers start moving up and down along the ...amp fabric, easing it between her swelling lips. She lets go of the bar over my head and her hand slips inside her coat. I hear a snapping sound and, suddenly, her panties fall away from her left leg. I lift my hand up a bit and the fabric that separated my flesh from hers, is no more. Another snap and the damp fabric falls into my lap. I grab. And when she shook his strong hand and gazed into his baby blue eyes, butterflies fluttered in her chest and the hair stood on the back of her neck. Cheryl led Arie to the room. She asked him to undress and lay face-down on the table. She left the room, giving him privacy to disrobe and crawl under the sheet. With his head in the massage table’s cradle, his eyes closed, Arie’s world slipped away into darkness. Arie enjoyed this aspect of massage; his other senses nearly disappear, leaving him. I could see her wet pussy. It shone in the dim light. As did the drops on her ass. The whip came up and landed on my back. “What are you waiting for? Eat me, slut.” I had little choice. The whip was rolling off of my shoulder and she was lazily swinging it back around and up a gain… and again … and again. It was wrong. It was disgusting. My cock got harder and harder. I lost count of the number of lashes. I watched her cup and squeeze her breast. She pulled the stretchy material. I was brought here last night late, and this is the first time I’ve been out of my cell,” Travis answered.“Sheriff Rawlings, make sure this young man gets to use the phone so he can obtain legal counsel.”“Yes sir, Your Honor. I’ll do that first thing.”Turning back to Travis the Judge continued. “You have been charged with the pre-meditated murder of one James Dawson. How do you plead? We’ll go ahead, and if once you get representation you want to change or amend your plea, we will revisit the.