She pulled away from me and smiled. We exchanged no words; there was no need. We both knew we were about to cross a line and there was no turning back...She stood before me and undid each button in turn, slid the blouse off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She stood silently for a moment, then reached around her back and unclasped her bra.She brought her hands around to the front and her bra fell forward. I stood motionless, drinking in the figure of beauty before me. I sighed, stepped. And that silly little whip isn't heavy enough for her. She needs something a bit more cutting. Something longer, not like the one Viola and I used for our act, but better than the one we use on her now. It's getting too easy for her!" She did pass out, darling." True. But I want a bigger whip for her, all the same. These Friday whippings are a joke, James. The one she got today before I really laid into her, had hardly broken the skin. I want blood on a Friday, James. Blood! Her blood! Do you. It doesn’t take long to decide. I take the car and drive, still sore from the beating, to a mall that’s still open almost an hour away.The girl in the phone shop is pretty, slim, with long blonde hair and dark, long-lashed eyes. In other times, I would enjoy our encounter, a gentleman, polite, smiling, joking, perhaps flirting a little. But tonight I have no such interest. I pick out a handset almost without thinking, top of the range, one that befits, and drum my fingers impatiently on the. She felt it too and reached down and gave it a squeeze.“Ohhhhh I found something,” she purred, “Shit Galatea, your husband has a nice cock.”“Oh I know,” she purred back, “Your husband’s is wonderful, too.”I looked over and could see her gently pumping Jason’s cock with both hands. “It’s really big,” she added somewhat shocked as it continued to grow with each passionate stroke. His cock head was poking out of the water now. He roared like a king and I think the entire resort could hear. I.