He grabbed his belt and my hair with his other hand. "No. Please don't." I begged, expecting the belt across my arse. "I told you not to disobey me ag...in." he roared. As he raised the belt above his head I looked on in disbelief as the belt came down across my breasts. The pain was instant. I screamed and tried to use my hands to protect them. He let go my hair and grabbed both my hands twisting them behind my head so that my breasts were presented to him. I watched in terror as the belt flew. I couldn't help myself as I got an erection while slow dancing with her. She said nothing but I could feel her answering the gentle pressure of my cock.When the music stopped we stood there, still pressing together, and I heard Susan say, "Shall we go up to my room, Jim"?I couldn't believe it when I heard my voice answer, "Susan I can't think of anything I would enjoy more, but you see I love my wife passionately."She smiled and kissed my cheek sweetly and said, "I like that Jim. I don't like. The pain suddenly became secondary. It was part of the cane’s stroke, but somehow my body disassembled the overwhelming reactions of my nerves, stowed away the brutal pain and instead focused on the heat and the rhythm of the impacts. When the cane fell only an inch from my pussy lip and Helen aimed again, I found myself eagerly awaiting the hit, even pushing out my pelvis to make it easier for her to aim. I was wet once again. The last stroke smacked through the air, and I breathed hard, my. She wasn't fluent but she didn't need a translator – although the company provided one anyway. With a translator present, none of the producers could try to alter the contract or change the range of the scene. Unlike the U.S., almost all top-flight performers in Europe performed anal. It was so commonplace that few insisted on additional payment unless the male performer was huge.Producers paid extra for a double- or triple-penetration, but in most cases, the more perversity foisted upon the.