Rachel sounded sonice, so girly, so me - much more so than Richard ever had. "That'sgood," Joe smiled, "I'll call you Rachel then, hot stuff." I blush...dagain. "Now I do believe you're wearing clothes that belong to me,Rachel. Don't worry, I don't need them back just yet. But if you'regoing to keep wearing them then I'm going to need something in return."I gulped, awaiting the next words out of his mouth."I'm going to need a kiss." He said, smiling and pointing towards hislips. My stomach. You will count each one and thank me after each one. You will call me sir when you thank me. Do you understand?”“Do you understand?”, the man repeated when he received no answer, emphasising the question by bringing the strap down heavily across his victim’s buttocks.“Yes,” Tanja screamed as the leather bit into her flesh again. “Yes, sir,” she sobbed, realising in time to address him as instructed. “Yes, sir, I understand.“Good. Do remember to count as, if you forget we will start from the. Now with his cock in my mouth, his hands on my head, and his "OH FUCKYEAH"'s ringing in my ears, I knew life couldn't get much better.Except that it can.I sucked and swallowed and sucked and swallowed for minutes on end, andquickly got him to the point where his hips were moving in and out alittle, and his moans were shorter and terser and his breaths wereshorter and sharper and curter.He was building up.Finally he really started sawing in and out of my painted lips, and hebegan chanting my. Compassion demanded that the ugly, scratchy hemp ropes be loosed from her hands. She wasn’t real bright. As soon as one hand was free, she swung at my head, missing. I grabbed her wrist roughly with my left hand and slapped her with my open right hand, then backhanded her hard for emphasis. Her knees buckled slightly. Now she held her free arm limply. I retied it behind her with the rough hemp rope. Leaving her hands tied, I untied all the rope from the rest of her body. For the next hour, I.