She pulled and twisted her nipples as she pressed hard on her clit. The lift lurched to a stop, brought her back to her senses. Dropping her hands to ...er sides, she looked at Kane, he had his arms folded across his chest, his pants bulging as he watched her.Taking hold of her wet sticky hand, he led her to the front door. She noticed this was the only door on this floor. ‘Thank goodness we didn’t bump into anyone,’ she said very quietly, more to herself, than for Kane to hear, but hear he did.. Again the crop falls, and again I scream; two stripes cross my breast, then three, then four; each one closer to my nipple; each one more painful, my screams more shrill, more pitiful. The fifth takes my breast at the bottom, where it joins my chest, then the sixth and the seventh. Sweat mixes with my tears. I have lost count, but Parker reminds me."The last three" He tells me, letting the anticipation build.I am trembling in fear. He strikes, I scream. The top of my pink areola bears now a red. John went back to the living room and went to the calender on the wall."I take it that was Anne?" asked Liz."Yes, and we've now got the dates for the wedding and the holiday," hereplied.Before sitting down, he went to the kitchen and put the kettle on. Uponarriving back in the living room, he picked up one of the brochures andstarted looking at hotels in Scarborough."We just need to find a reasonably priced one," he told Liz. "Anne hasgot to watch her purse, with the wedding and all." Any idea. But then again he was not a man. Santa established himself eons ago on some supernatural plane and possessed complex moods, beliefs and patterns. He materialized on this earthly plane on mere whim and his own will and belief. Self-desire and conviction made him do as he wished. Circumstances shaped his results. Toys for children. Fun and lust. For himself and for others too.Others imposed their will too on him but that is another tale. Santa preferred to enjoy what he had without useless.