Igrabbed at his bedding, needing to do something as he worked hismagic. I seethed, wailed and begged for more as he continued. It waswild, intense and...simply indescribable.Just as I was beginning to really lose it, I felt myself driftingback down. His pace slowed, his tongue avoided gratuitous attacks onmy most sensitive points and I realized he was drawing me away fromthe peak. I panted and squirmed as he continued to hold my hips inplace as he took a last lick and then pulled away.I threw my. ‘This is where the rubber meets the road’. ‘Put up or shut up’. ‘Shit or get off the pot’. ‘Time to put your money where your mouth is’. However I had to also remind myself that ‘the ball was in her court’. Even with our conversation and innuendos I still had to wonder what the reality of the situation may bring. On the one hand it could go favorable ‘and they all lived happily ever after’. But on the other hand there was the ‘loose lips sink ships’ cliche to deal with. After all a story meant. Had Martha gone mad?Then Martha changed everything by saying, "Lie on the floor with your legs up the side of the whipping bench and Jacqui screamed."No! No! Please Martha. Not on my feet. No!" she wailed but Martha was implacable."I said last night that even you would not enjoy this punishment. I take it from your reaction that it really works. I've never seen it, let alone received it, but I heard it works a treat on recalcitrant tarts. A very prosperous pimp told me that on Earth. Shall I. And beside I liked to be watched. Sometimes I would undress in front of my open window, and I was proud of the fact I was responsible for the sell of over one hundred telescopes in the neighborhood.Well I hate to say it, but I did feel sorry for the gnome. He was my brother after all. So when he turned the big one-four I decided to take matters into my hands. I waited till he was in bed and I heard him beating himself off. I thought, what a little perverted he is.I open his bedroom door and.