The two of you work up and down my back, every once and a while the whip comes up between my legs and land on my cock and balls. The tears are coming...from my eyes and I scream as best I can through the gag. I am doing my best to control my breathing. The whipping stops. One of you steps up and grabs a hand full of hair and pull my head back. With your other hand you pinch my left nipple. I wince with the pain. All of the sudden I feel two hands on my balls. Then I feel what I think is a. Her breath quickened as she gripped the edge of the table.“Miss? Lara? You okay.”Lara’s eyes were darting, her shoulders high and rigid. A sheen of sweat appeared on her forehead. She looked like she would either bolt or curl into a ball.The wiry cafe owner was at their table in a flash. She scooped an ice cube from a glass and closed Lara’s hand around it.“Breathe, Lara,” she said. “Breathe. Close your eyes. Focus on the cold. That’s it. You’re okay. Everything’s okay. Just a truck outside.. ” he was panting and with each word I knew that he was getting closer.“You think I’m pretty?”“Yes.”“You going to splatter your load all over my pretty whore face teacher?” I was fucking his dick even harder now and his finger was still buried up my ass.“I bet you wish you up my tight virgin ass. I bet you would love to feel that 18 year old asshole stretched around your hot cock.” he only nodded and grunted as I ground myself on him.“Maybe next time I’ll let you. I’ll lube up your fucking prick. Still as beautiful as ever, my wife, but what had she done to me? To my reputation? She leaned forward again, but this time she took my head in both her hands before continuing, and stared straight into my eyes, and spoke with intense earnestness."You don't have a choice, sweetheart. Don't worry. Tonight you'll only look the way everyone expects you to look. They've known about you for years, remember! Or they think they do. If that's how your boss means to dress, then that's how you'll.