There were all sorts of spanking tools neatly arranged on the desk-top. Canes of varying thicknesses, whips, paddles and floggers. I was scared. I too... a few steps backwards but was stopped by his voice. There was a sense of power in his tone that compelled me to stay. “Don’t move.” I froze, marvelling at the power he held over me. He walked towards me and rested his hand in the small of my back “Stand up straight” I hesitated, but the hand on my back seemed to be willing me to. Thanks to the wonders of social media after the incriminating photo hit the internet it was no longer Marti’s secret.Up in Philly at college, Amy was dumbfounded and stared in disbelief at her sister in her stone colored khaki shorts puncturing a can of beer with a big knife. The incriminating photo followed as Marti consumed the beer through the hole in the can downing the twelve ounces in a manner of seconds giving her an instant buzz from the alcohol. It was apparent this was not a one and. "You have no idea how badly I've wanted this," I cooed. He chuckled again, "I beg to differ, missy." He spread my pussy with his thumb and index finger, exposing my sopping wet pussy. I can guarantee it's not wet from the shower. He used his other hand to taunt my pussy. He slid his finger up and down my slit, probing my hole, but not entering. Every time I rocked my hips onto his finger he would pull away. It was very frustrating, to say the least. "Please... just..." I trailed off. "Please. She thought for a while and ensured whether I will be good to her and remain loyal. She nodded finally and I was really happy in hearing those words. I promised her about her safety and make her happy in all possible ways that I can. Towards the end of the chat, we planned for a tamil movie in the nearby area after having lunch together. I even made the online reservations in the theater for us and waited for the moment.The next day, I called her to confirm about the timings and got frustrated.