I just gulped. She pulled out a flogger and told me to count and thank her for each stroke. Whack. "1. Thankyou goddess. Whack. 2. Thankyou goddess." ...his carried on. When she gt to 20 my knees were trembling. Every lick was 10x worse than the last. 30. The pain was so much i beeged her to But she just laughed and said "10 more now". She carried on to 60 and my ass felt hotter than the sun.She then started stroking my chasity which was hell as i wanted my cock out. The frustration was. Now that she was almost a grown woman and had read the stories about little girls that let men touch them in their private places, she began to wonder if Mister Anderson didn’t have an ulterior motive in being so nice to her. He wasn’t so nice to the other girls who were much thinner and more attractive than her and he always made them pay for everything. She wondered why he was so generous to her and even let her sit in his leather recliner with him to watch the small television when it wasn’t. She lived on her own, and from our brief conversations, I had learned a little about her.She was in her 40’s, not thin, but not overweight, had ginger hair cut short, and about 5’6” tall. She worked in a local office, and had moved into next door as a result of her mother passing away. She had spent most of the last 10 years caring for her, but sadly illness took her away. Tracey had decided to make a clean start by moving to a new house, and a new life.One Friday afternoon, I was cutting the. She had a slight drawl to her voice, hinting at her Southern heritage. "Oh, you are just beautiful as the dawn."Mercedes grabbed my blonde tresses. "This is no good. And your eyes are absolutely the wrong color." I blinked in surprise. They seemed like sisters, but Mercedes had a slight, nasal tone, like she was from New York City.I didn't speak; my training kept my tongue silent, even though I was confused by their comments and their appearances. What was wrong with my eyes? They were the same.