.. He scanned the room from his perch, looking for other candidates, interspersing his scans with the consumption of his beer and the hamburger that a...peared a bit later. As it turned out, his perch made for an excellent view, especially of women who went through the salad bar; their faces tended to be obscured by the frame, but their busts were generally well displayed by the lighting and the angle and the fact that they had to bend forward a bit to get under the glass.Jacques was watching the. She stared into the face of my sexy whipping post and kept saying that she was so sorry. I brought the whip down again and hit Natasha on her left nipple. She did this little pain dance that I had often seen her do, hopping form foot to foot while shaking her head. “20…I’m so sorry this is happening to you.”I personally thought this sounded a little condescending but it didn’t really matter a great deal as Natasha was in too much pain for her mind to progress any information except for the. "Is that better?" she was dying to laugh again, I'd never, ever seen her like this before."No actually it's not" I said as I poured myself another vodka, "I think I prefer the wild you, the one that tells my ex girlfriend I'm fucking you"She blushed and grinned at me, "Say that again" Bloody hell" I laughed again, "I've already forgotten most of it!" Doesn't matter then" Yes it does or you wouldn't have said it, come on what bit did you miss?"Looking up at me, she actually looked like the. "Take off your bra," he said. She undid it quickly. Then she steppedfrom her panties. She wanted him to see her body. She instinctivelyknew it would make him end this delicious torture. He still held herback. He saw her shift on her legs, he saw her frustratingly pull backher hair, her saw her try to bite at her breasts. He put his hand underher crotch, she moaned involuntarily. She was wet, pliable there. Itwas too much for him to keep her away.She was instantly next to him, looking up.