"I'm not interested in humiliating you," he continued. "Or actually hurting you." He considered this for a moment, and then added, "too much!" They bo...h smiled. "But I think we can still live out some of those fantasies of yours." She rested her head on his shoulder again. The tears had faded and Lucy was feeling a lot better now that she had opened up about all this."Sounds good," she said, quietly. She was starting to feel excited about what might happen now Sam knew the truth."Okay," said. She seems to enjoy this and squirms a bit as my cock slips from her cum-drenched slit. "It just makes me feel... used." Well, that seems accurate enough. I used a part of you to satisfy a desire. I hope you don't feel ill-used? I really enjoyed what I just did. I often wake in the morning with one thought on my mind. I'm not sure if I can even call it a thought. It's more of an imperative urge. I have to come. That urge was especially strong this morning after seeing you wiggle that beautiful. He was busy bee in drinking her fluids passed thru her yoni (choot) and was making much more noise while sucking those cunt lips and inner parts. Then she stood up and wore the petticoat till bra and then they both walked towards the bathroom hope she needs to piss. I was near the bathroom only when she was pissing and I could hear the noise of her pee like sor soor sooor like a whistle as she was virgin till now.Then they came out and walked towards the garden and near the main gate compound. Her wandering mind was interrupted by the second lash taking one of the two pegs from the left breast the final nipple peg now left she knew in a strange detached way that there would be more strokes at that tender spot. She was not wrong, it took two more strong strokes, her body jerking about as each stroke struck, blood running freely in tiny rivulets from the torn skin, as the each lash landed and she began to really orgasm for the first time in a huge way, her screams perhaps tinged with.