" Anytime I would start to make gaging sounds, he would hold my head down hard. Finally he let go and I backed my head away from his crotch. "That's m... good bitch. Tell me you're my good bitch." Coughing, I fought to say the words. "I'm your good bitch." He grabbed under my arms and stood me up, placing my hands on the bed as he was cupping and shaking my boobs as he kissed my neck. His hands migrated to my shorts. He stuck his thumb in the sides and pulled them down, along with my panties in. He knelt to fasten it to the pallet behind her feet. But not before he smiled and delivered three solid quick snaps of the leather, to her nylon covered ass and barely hidden pussy mound.Sandra screamed into her tape gag as the leather cracked against her ass and then twice across her barely covered sex. Her mound throbbed from the two quick hits he had delivered. She tried to turn her pained eyes away from them and thank god he hadn’t continued with the whipping.Bill turned the phone around. "Miranda sat down in the outer office staring at the floor. Her mind raced to make sense of the events of the past two hours. Tom wounded, in more ways than one, their money gone, nowhere to stay, no one to turn to. What could they do? His parents were dead and they certainly couldn't turn to her mother, not after... "Laurie, we've got to stop this!"The two had made love several times since that first night. Miranda had taught Laurie how to masturbate and now the younger sister spent a lot of. “Que?” she shot back, in Spanish, as she bunched up her over-sized t-shirt and tied it in a knot on her hip. “You don’t like my comfortable look?”“Yes, I do,” I laughingly replied. “I’m just not used to seeing you so . . . very casually . . attired.”“I am not tired,” Catalina replied.“Attired,” I repeated.“Nooooo,” Catalina replied, “I am not tired.”“Where is your camera?” Catalina asked.“I have my phone,” I told her. My iPhone was my camera of choice.“Great!” Catalina. “Take my picture!”I took.