”“But you whipped her. Isn’t that a form of beating her?”“I have only whipped her as an agreed-upon punishment. One she consented to and cou...d stop at any time.” I faced him with pride. “I have never abused her.”“But you have hurt her.” He glared at me. “That flogger and that bullwhip look like they would hurt a lot. What’s the difference between that and abuse?”“She enjoys pain,” I said, answering the question coolly. “But I’ve never harmed her. I would never harm any of the women in my. Later that day Brenda brought in the first lot of washing and put out the second lot on the clothesline. The wind had picked up from the southwest and was more than a little brazen it was ideal conditions for drying clothes but it was also perfect for lifting up Brenda's flimsy summer dress. She smiled to herself as she wondered if Graham may have been looking. Before long, coffee mornings became a regular thing, and they were good for them both.Graham worked hard in the garden clearing the. Before the old man rang them up, Josh asked for a package of batteries. He put them in the vibrator and the remote control and asked the clerk if he can have me try them on.The clerk made it clear the last time we were here when Josh wanted to shove a butt plug up my ass that he has a pretty high tolerance for that sort of behavior. He grinned at Josh and said, "Go ahead, son. You just happen to be standing in the changing room."Josh and several of the other customers who have been gathering. We both swallowed what was left in our mouths before she lay back on the bed and spread her ass for me.“It’s your turn to fuck me. Fuck me hard like this so I can see you as you make love to me.”I lifted her legs to my shoulders and gently pushed my cock into her tight butt. She whimpered as a slowly started to get into a rhythm, holding her legs against my chest. To my amazement, her cock seemed to get hard once more as I fucked her. She was still leaking juices, but it didn’t take much for.