He knew how to turn her from a strong sub to a shuddering mess of sweat and swears. “Ten!” he declared as one last final whip came to her ass. T...e heat of the whip subsided as his hand came into contact and rubbed the wounds, gently. Carefully. Lovingly. The heat was replaced by a cool numbness. “Did you like that?” he asked softly, brushing her soft hair from her ear, and whispered the words, knowing full well that she was gagged and unable to reply. But, the lust-filled gaze in her eye. The smell of cunt was overwhelming and Kathryn breathed it in, letting it fill her being until she felt lightheaded. Then she bent down and kissed the front of Cecile's panties, and though the taste she got was filtered through the cotton fabric it whet her appetite all the same. The touch of her lips dragged a sigh from Cecile. "Please . . . " That single word, delivered in a c***dish whine, spoke volumes. Taking a deep breath, Kathryn pulled down Cecile's panties to get at that tender young. ” I took her inside and showed the bath room. While she was in there, I moved her big bag back to another room and cleared other things from the hall. Move her sandles into the shelf at the base. Then I moved back to bed room to take out my digital camera and accessories. I pushed back the window curtain, closed the window shutters fitted with ground glass. There was enough light for shooting good pictures. But space in bed room being limited, I thought I may not get any long shots.Then Loba. Deep breaths. Breathe, McGee! Go to your happy place. Think about writing, sitting in your leather chair, your pipe smoking in the ashtray next to you, a hot plotline flowing from your fingers, the clicking of the keys. It started working, calming him, restoring him to a state more like the Timothy McGee people knew.When he finally got himself under a little bit of control, he asked, "So what do we do now? Can we take him outside now, or do we have to keep listening to his crap?" Back with me,.