I heard rather than saw him step across to the desk. He picked something up. He used the tip of it to part my hair to one side, so that he could see m... face, and I could see what he was holding. It was a black riding crop – about 30 inches long, with a bound leather grip, a slender flexible shaft and finishing in a folded leather swat. Something I’d only seen in pictures before. Well, now I was seeing the real thing. And up close. He moved behind me. I felt the cold leather of the swat slide. She had narrowly escaped with her life as the ingenious trap was tripped by her much less fortunate Egyptian guide, Akmed. Her husband, Sir Harold was most aggrieved by the incident and was wont to banish her from further exploration of the underground passageways of the find.Constance was hard put to logically reason with her overly-protective spouse, so she took the only course of action any sensible female would follow in such a situation.Her sobs were accompanied by a suitable effusion of. Screaming, her mouth shoots open and he buries his 6” cock in her mouth, the head forcing it way into her throat.Furiously he humps in and out. Afraid of her teeth even touching his cock, she holds her mouth open as wide as possible and minimalizes her movements while her father fucks her face. With each inward thrust her head flies back against the bed. He buries his cock to the hilt and clamps two fingers down on her nose. Gagging continually, she can longer breathe. With both her hands she. Maddy's head rushes a million miles an hour. She isn't sure what is going on but something inside her is telling her to let it happen. As she thinks about what might be happening soon, she can feel her insides start to gush. She knows this feeling all too well. This is the feeling that she gets when she wants to be fucked like an animal."You see, Maddy," Brittany says cheerfully as she reaches down and grabs two pairs of handcuffs, "You don't NEED a guy to make you happy." She continues to talk.