Her brow wrinkled as dirty thoughts danced behind her eyes. She realised she was staring, looked right back at me, and breathed heavily, "That was rea... kind of you, and kindness should be rewarded." She glanced over my shoulder when she heard Mary-Jo grunt, and started to shuffle her way around me in the narrow passage between seats. "I probably should help her find her lost item." There was enough space for her and I to not touch but she pressed up against me, slowly rotating her way around. "Don't lie to me, I can tell when you've been playing with yourself. You get all jumpy and super happy." I kept quiet as I knew this was the truth. She leaned in for another kiss and I forced her to maintain it, licking her lips and begging for entrance. She granted it, and our tongues lashed around inside her mouth, and I got wetter and wetter downstairs as the arousal got the better of me. She threw me on my bed and continued kissing me before finally breaking off and kissing along my. She was suspended at about a 45 degree angle in a perfectly straight diagonal line and she was crying and grunting in pain. I tightened the winch another notch and she screamed so loud you almost could not hear the click or it ratcheting into place. I let her hang there stretched tightly for a long time before I started the whipping. I warmed up my arms and selected the heaviest leather whip I had brought. The 4 bladed lash was made of hard knotted cords. I slashed it through the air a few. Then there was this young priest, Father Daniel, in his dark robe and dangling religious cross with the little Man on it…an almost naked symbol of rectitude...erectitude!...…nailed to a cross but what stuck in my mind was this Man with only a loin cloth concealing his privates. It should not have been erotic but for me, a young woman, I imagined him stripped of that cloth, revealing a deprived, nascent penis which I would anoint with my lips, lick with my tongue, work my feminine magic on his.