There will be very few things you will be allowed to choose, so I’ll let you decide on that. I will say that I think calling me Mr. Ransome sounds a...fully formal and Victorian, but any of the other three would be fine. Now as to our destination, we are going on our honeymoon and that is all you need to know.”Just then the car turned off on to a lane beside the airport which had a signpost saying General Aviation.“What is General Aviation?” she asked.“He is the military officer in charge of the. ‘No, I’m sorry. Like I said, I’m no my way out.’ ‘You live alone.’ It wasn’t a question. A small chill danced on her spine. Susan didn’t reply. ‘A young woman shouldn’t live alone. Sometimes…things…happen to young women who live alone.’ Susan took half a step back, retreating a bit farther into her house, one hand still holding the door. ‘I’m sorry. You’ll have to go now.’ For the first time the boy lifted his face, his eyes meeting her own. She was struck by how pale his flesh was, but her. It burned and felt like my ass and legs were torn apart. The second strike hit my ass. The frequency increased and after 20 strikes, the whip hit me every second. On both cheeks, between the cheeks on my asshole, on my legs, on my loins. Every strike was like a thousand needles piercing into my flesh. It was the most intense and violent pain I had ever experienced. But I didn’t move and not even a single sound left my mouth. I was completely still and enjoyed the degradation. Andy counted out. " You replied. Feeling there was no point in trying to be a Flyer, and knowing you'd never got to be in Sasha's office or presence again. Working up the last of whatever sliver of courage you had, you decided on what you'd request from the woman. "...I...I...I...I want to titfuck you..." Sasha stared at you, her blank and confused expression made you want to cry and run as far as your legs could carry you. But you had said what you wanted to say. There was no going back. The woman's silence.
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