The 2nd stroke and another whoosh and the crack...The pain seemed harder and more intense than the 1st one. I really started to panic, how was I going...to take another 158 strokes....I couldn’t. So I asked Mistress for leniency, she told me to zip it or there will be a doubling of my now 160 strokes meaning 320 strokes. It was good advice to button it. Stroke after stroke landed with pinpoint accuracy. Mistress knew where to lay one stroke on top of the other for maximum pain. The pain was. And I wanted it very much. I started to go up and down and used my saliva to manipulate the rest of his cock with my hands. He gasped and pulled me up and told me he wanted to see my tits. But I declined. He got aggravated and asked me if I was teasing, I said "yeah probably, I don't know if you were what I thought you would be." He grabbed me, and pulled up my dress, I heard stitches split, and ripped my panties of and started massaging my pussy so well I almost gave in. I shoved him off, and. Turning back to her, hoping I hadn't completely made a fool of myself, I was delighted to see that she was still looking in my direction. Seizing the moment, I passed the card to her whilst leaning in to ensure no-one else heard, and said, "Please give me a call, when you can." Her only acknowledgement was a slight nod of the head but I did see that the card disappeared into the depths of her voluminous handbag. Hope springs eternal! My thoughts took only a minute or so but were so vivid, my. The dog almost always loses.This dog lost spectacularly when the top of his and much brain matter exploded into the frigid air, cutting off his extraordinary snarl, and the danger of his prestigious teeth.The women were lucky. The angle of my shot was intentionally away from them, and spared them almost all of the gore. Unfortunately, some gore splattered their clothes and exposed skin, but they were far more concerned about confirming that their nemesis was rapidly attaining room temperature.