The door opened. I found myself holding my breath. My blood began to rush to my head and I felt certain that I was going to pass out."Jacob?" I weakly...asked, as I forced myself to speak."Hello, Laurel," he responded in a deep, sexy voice that nearly brought me to my knees right there in the doorway. He took my hand and led me inside the room.The events that followed are forever tattooed on my brain as the most erotic and sexually satisfying times of my life. He later emailed me the following. "Lay down, Grey. I need to devour that glorious cock of yours." She straddled my face, slowly lowering her pussy onto my mouth. "This will give you something to play with." In spite of being busy adoring her cunt, I could feel her attentions to my cock, bringing me slowly, inexorably closer to cumming.With her teeth holding my helmet in place, she swirled her tongue all around the head, concentrating on my slit and the sensitive spot on the underside. I moaned into the soft folds of her. "Get your ass back in position, and try to hold it this time." She looked over at the store owner and the riding crop she had obviously used on her. "I think another nineteen strokes will do, making this an even twenty" "Please, no!" "Crop or cop. Make your decision." Hesitating, Christine bent forward again. Another swish, another explosion of pain. She jumped up again. "If you can't stay down, I'll have to find a way to fix you in position, as well as rule out any strokes you've already. Not one centimetre of any limb on her body wouldbudge an inch. Not her eyelids, not her mouth, not her fingers. She wasfrozen and her mum pulling herself away, smiling with tears stillstaining her cheeks. She looked at her.- I'm sorry you will never be able to use them, sweetie.Sharon was again filled with fear, but a more potent kind. She tried topry her body into shape but could not budge and she soon felt herselfchanging. Being moulded by an unseen force into something else. Her mumswung her.