Simone spoke first. "So... you want to get whipped?" Certianly not. I am not one of those guys who gets off on pain. But... but I am - and please don'... spread this around - I am one of those guys who gets off on obeying a woman. Sometimes. And seeing as how I would hate getting beaten... utterly despise it, I would just love submitting to your whip." And a smile.Simone looked confused. "Your asking me to whip you?" Well no. Absolutely no. I am now caught in the submissive's paradox. I can't. . it was larger and I could see her body ... growing ... longer and slinky ... she was bigger and moved with an erotic grace ... Whoa, shit ... I'd fuck that! What?David! You're NOT my type. Pyewacket was indignant. Besides, I'm just a kitten."David," said Wendy from the kitchen. There was a pause in her mental processing and she covered it by kitchen stuff.I heard the refrigerator door open. Wendy put away some things. There was clattering and clinking, and drawers sliding out and in. There. " Yes, Master."She glided up to him, knelt on the edge of the frame and sucked the head of his cock into her mouth. Her tongue swirled expertly around him, probing the head and the pee slit. Timmy moaned into the gag as his cock started to swell. As he got harder, Tabby's hips rose and she took him right down her throat. When Timmy was fully erect, her lips were buried in his pubic hair and her forehead was pressed again his belly. Timmy could feel her throat ripple around the head. He was. She didn't need a belt, but put it on for appearances. It was what she needed to hold her cell phone holster.Jenny's shoes were a dark brown high heel leather boot that zipped up the sides. You could not tell that they stopped just below her knees because the boot-cut jeans flared out enough to conceal the boots.Jenny picked up her tiny laptop and headed down the street to the local coffee shop. Valentine Road, which ran along the edge of Roanoke Parkway, let to the 39th Street corridor, which.