I repeat the action an additional three times, each time maintaining the level of force I use to whip your ass. Your tensing decreases with each strik..., your ass slowly turning pink. “Very good slave,” I say to you as I walk in front of you, still holding the whip. “Thank you Master,” you say to me, your eyes locking with mine as I look at you. I spin the whip in my hand before quickly, and without warning, whipping you between your legs. You tense, not from pain, but surprise. The strike to. To my surprise she wrapped her hands around me and gave me a nice tight hug and kept dancing like that for next 15-20 seconds. That gesture of her helped me get out of the nervousness and embarrassment I was feeling at that time. I could feel her boobs against my chest tight but was still loosing the hardness I had for the entire time. She then broke the hug and held my face in her hands to plant a soft kiss on my cheek. She then held both my hands in hers and we danced for a while like that. I. I made the decision to experiment and become as promiscuous as I could when I left my religious home for University across the country. This a story about my first orgasm in the laundry room.It was dark and late after midnight, but I couldn't be sure. I was still settling into the uni lifestyle and was yet to get round to buying a clock for my room, and my phone was still in my rucksack, dead. So what better time to do my laundry than now?I gathered up my ever increasing pile of washing and put. Again she passed it off as playing and flirting. They had always had a drink ready for her and between dancing a lot and the warm lounge she drank quite a lot. The last drink he got for her was bitter and she felt a little weird after consuming it. The bar closed and she was having a hard time focusing and walking for that matter. Ken took her keys and said hed drive her home so shed get home safely. Drunk or whatever she offered no resistance. He said very little during the drive and only.