He was handsome enough, well dressed, and he was a gentleman. She reassured herself that he had no idea what she did to earn a living, and silently de...ated whether or not to accept his offer to tour the botanical Gardens. As he turned to walk away, Ellie followed him beneath the veil of her eyelashes, and finally called after him,’ I would be delighted to join you, Mr. O’Brien, perhaps in twenty minutes, or so?’ He turned back to face her and said, ‘I’ve got a car. We could go in that.’ ‘I’d. .. At least it seemed dark. Actually I couldn't see a thing. I couldn't hear or feel anything either. I tested all of my senses and they were all blank. Now what?Marjorie had said I should try hearing first. She said I'd understand why. So I tried to concentrate on my hearing. After a while, maybe a long while, I could definitely start (hearing?) something. It wasn't a sound, it was more or less an interrogatory. Something was wondering why I was here.I wondered how I even knew what it wanted.. She was sweating heavily, gasping loudly, though not in pain, because the flogging was light, but instead in increasing arousal. She raised her hips inviting the lash, daring to hope for contact with her leaking pussy. Then it happened: the man flicked the whip up between her spread legs impacting directly onto her crotch. She almost swooned and finally cried out. ‘Oh God yes, fuck me you bastard, please just fuck me!’ The man draped the flogger across her neck and moved up against her, his. Compared to what Ivy put him through, working at his mom's shop was far better. Stocking shelves up and serving customers seemed a lot more easier. In a way working in town shops was far better than working in city shops, as in the cities, he would be serving too many customers and his time would always be occupied.There were moments of times when Charles wanted to dump his cell phone, lie to his mom about how he lost it and break contact with Ivy together. The problem was even if he avoided.