That quickly turned to a horrible gurgling scream as first lash cut into her back and the tip curled under her armpits and bit into her right breast. ...he welt that appeared was deep and raw and showed clearly in the early morning sunlight. It made me wonder at my thrashing. A second lash cut into her back a little lower and again its tip made its mark in her breast and I saw a drop of blood ooze from it. The sight made be feel sick but I knew Mo had to take many more. Jorg wasted no time in. I would in his place.I rechecked the look. Lip gloss, check. Eye liner, check. Blush, no thank you; I have done enough of the real thing. Ear studs, check. It had been a while since I had worn the Judge's gift. He had chosen them to go with this 120 year old cameo. Thinking about Henry settled me. This was exactly the kind of thing he might have taken me to, and expected nothing but a peck on the cheek afterward. Tonight, I might not be satisfied with a chaste kiss, but Mr. Richards would have. I was told where my car was and needed to get there quickly. A night spent being ****d by a bunch of big black cock. One sore throat. One sore gurl pussy. Two sore tits with reddened nipples that had been stretched mightily! My feet were sore and my ankles bore the markings of where I had been shackled. My wrists the same markings. My neck had the markings of a collar. In fact, through the night, I had to wear a posture collar which made my head be very erect and unable to look down at all. Had. She asked if it turned me on to have them look at her. Looking down at my erection gave her the answer. I asked what she wanted to do the rest of the day. She told me that she would just like to set in camp and play cards. I got out the cards and went to the table. She got dressed and came out of the van. She was wearing a very skimpy mini skirt and white top that she had tied just below her breasts. The material was very sheer and you could clearly see her hard nipples. She sat facing the.