A lace corset. A leather gag. A studded paddle. A leather riding crop.It was the crop that stopped me from looking further. I'd felt the stinging slap...of a crop before. Lydia introduced me to it in Orlando. I had believed that experience was an aberration, something caused by the revelation that Jules and John did not see our relationship as I did. Holding the crop brought an arousal and a tension I didn't think to feel again. I was gripped by a fascinated compulsion; I wanted to feel its. Your cunt is already beginning to sweat. I pull my hand out, drag my fingers through your panting mouth, and firm my hand up on your throat from behind. "Your mind is mine." Four words. Leading you forward, I ease you down on the bed, savouring your whimper as I strip off your clothes. The hair on your cunt glistens in the piercing light; turning you on your back, I can't help but notice the telltale pucker of your cunt lips as I cuff your legs wide. A whisper escapes your mouth. "Please,. ..or at mouth, you haven't been watching where I'm driving or noticing the streets I'm taking. Gone are the deserted business districts with their large empty buildings. Now the streets are lined with bars and nightclubs, the entryways spilling over with people and drinks late into the night. As we drive along I turn up the speed on the vibrator, driving you closer and increasing your desire to make me cum first. And it’s working; I'm starting to have to really focus on my task at hand to. She turned her back to me and bent over the bed, her legs open, looking back over her shoulder at me. The other thing about Katrina, was that she liked to fuck while wearing her underwear so I ran my finger under the black material, pulling it from between her butt cheeks, exposing her pussy. I ran my finger up her labia, already feeling the wetness there. My cock twitched and I moved up to her. As I did so she reached between her legs taking my hard on in her hand and guided me between her.