I moaned, loving the flavor of her snatch mixing with the cotton. “Taste so good.”“Thanks,” my sister said, sounding uncomfortable. “Should ...ou... go back to your room?”“No, no, I'm so happy to masturbate on your bed!” I moaned.“Oh, okay,” she said, her voice sounding brighter.“Mmm, just stare at me,” I moaned as I inhaled. I sucked on her crotch. I whimpered as I rubbed my fingers up and down my snatch.My fingers danced and danced up and down my labia. I stroked up to my clit, brushing it. My. Right this way.” Sam led us through the endless maze of hallways until we arrived back to the entrance. There were a few guys standing in the lobby talking.“Yeah, my name is Jefferson. Everyone calls me Jay. I work at the bank but Sam called me in to help out around here this afternoon. Always glad to help a friend.”“Jay,” I thought to myself. Vivid memories of the experience were coming back. I even felt aroused by them. “One of the intruders was named Jay. But how could that be?” I. She answered pleasantly, ‘Well yes. I can even go this evening if you want to.’ ‘That’s perfect!’ and he beamed a smile showing he was genuinely pleased. ‘Well I have to goconcentrate for my last dive.’ A reverse 1 ½ with 2 ½ twists has a fairly high degree of difficulty and with the right technique it is not that hard to do well. Harvey’s turn came and he missed the dive. His take off from the board was rushed and as a result his height was low and he over rotated. This time Harvey got scores. I could not hear the sounds of the whip striking. I could only feel my needto please you and make up for my lack of faith in our relationship and formy disobedience. I attempted to count each stroke of the whip but soon thepain blended so much that I could not differentiate one stroke from another.I was so inside myself that I did not notice that you had stopped your brutalonslaught until I felt the coldness of an icecube against my welts. This painwas almost as bad as the fire from the whip.