She also writes Erotic Literature because she knows that the ‘words’ can excite men in a way that her body never will. She writes to fill an inte...nal void deep within her and because it is far less dangerous than drinking excessive amounts of alcohol or swallowing extreme quantities of sleeping tablets. She has been through that phase: taking tablets to ease the emotional pain she feels inside, seeking sleep over reality and thankfully, she has emerged on the other side. She is 48 years old.. “Please sir, it was the alcohol Sir..I didn’t mean to be disobedient. I didn’t mean to be a brat Sir…pleazzze…no whip Sir, anything but the whip on my pussy. Anyth…UMMMAA”Her pleading speech cut off suddenly as he jammed the handle of his most dreaded short leather pleated whip in between her teeth and lips.“Okay you protesting little bitch. I won’t whip your tender pussy….yet!” he barked into her shocked face. “But the moment you drop this whip, is the moment I take it and whip your thighs and. You would do well to remember that.” Then he released her and looked at me. “And you. Stop stalling. Call those two out, now!”I looked at Jade for a moment. The expression she wore while looking at Walker suggested she hated him even more than she hated me. Granted, I didn’t want her anywhere near any of my girls, but if I could continue to push her so she rebelled against Walker, then all the better.I turned back to the mirror and spotted Rho in the reflection again. She stood behind Walker,. Someone grabbed my hair, holding my head tightly as his buddy raped my cunt. They enjoyed my mortified sobs and my feeble attempts to resist his invading cock, and they starting pulling at my nipple rings through the fishnet. Then the man behind me grabbed both of my tits and started using them as handles to fuck me with, smashing them flat against my chest and pulling on the rings until I thought they were going to be ripped out. I was positive that I was bleeding, and I starting thinking.