She went to her bed and gently played with her tight hole, images of Nigel flashing in her mind. She knew he would make love to her, that got her wett...r. She knew he would be a big part of her life and for the first time in a long time, she couldn’t wait for morning.Janine awoke early the next morning, earlier than usual. She ate a hearty breakfast and got ready for work. She worked as IT consultant for a big company, it meant she didn’t need to leave her home. Sometimes she would have to go. She took my hands and placed them on her shoulders then lubed both arms completely down all the way to my ‘pits’ which tickled me crazy. I giggled ‘No…stop, stop it your killing me…giggle.’ Playfully she said, ‘Never! I may torment you with out mercy, but kill you, never.’ She threw in an extra tickle and I squeaked. More oil now dripped on my chest between my boobs and she started to work it in, gently cupping my breasts in each hand and rubbing her oil soaked hand over them. I felt a deeper. Once again the adrenalin rushed through her, and she was totally concentrated on what was going on now, not five minutes or two years ago. When he stepped up very close to her, the uncertainty about what he was going to do was like a hot, erotic caress. He placed the whip in front of her mouth."Hold this with your teeth, I need my hands elsewhere."Willingly she opened her mouth and bit into the shaft of the whip, and then she felt Peter's hands move down to her tiny bra. Fortunately it opened. As I sprinkled catsup on it I said, "You are doing fine, don't fuck this up now." To the two men who came in I said, for the Microphone, "Get this garbage out of here." They carried the limp Honey from the apartment and into Lois's place. The beauty of the compound was that the pimp/supplier could see it, but nobody walking by would have. Besides he thought he knew what was in the sheet, a passerby wouldn't have a clue.I let the second one stew while I had a late lunch. I don't usually like mac.