It’s like flipping a switch. From my tethered position, I tried my best to kiss him as hard and as deep as I could, diving my tongue into his mouth...and licking as much of my wetness from his lips and chin as I could reach. I looked up into his eyes, they were the darkest I had ever seen them, bordering on black. I noticed a slight tremble in his hand as he reached up to brush a lock of hair away from my face. He looked down at me like a predator eyeing its next meal, with a fierceness he only. "Should i stop?" i asked lifting my head away for a second."No. no. Don't stop! don't stop!" she groaned back.So i quickly plunged my face back into her pussy, and in seconds i was lapping away at her sweet wet pussy again as she groaned and moaned above me.After a minute or more she was really getting into it, and as she leant on the table groaning over and over in her high pitch tone, she began flexing her body back and forth, and was now pretty much fucking my face."Oh Mr Jones! Mr Jones!". But before I could psyche myself out, I felt him pop inside of me. Almost like pulling a blow pop out of your mouth, only he was going in. "Oh god." He gasped."You okay?" I wasn't sure if something was wrong. It didn't hurt, but I could tell my tiny little slit was being stretched or had been for that split second. Again, like getting the shot, I was curious and looked down between my legs, just in time to see his dick start to disappear into me."No, yeah, just feels so good." He pushed in. This is a big break for us. Her club is one of the biggest in the country, and if they like us, we will get bookings all over the country, and possibly all over the Continent.“But there’s one more thing.”I waited, and my heart was thumping hard in my chest.“In the sexing afterwards, they want your clients to be able to abuse you, to flog or cane or whip you. There are limits to this; they cannot draw blood or leave any permanent marks. But it will be painful. They want it to be painful. That is.