"Hands at your sides and do not move," you order, and I drop my arms straight down like I'm told, smiling happily as I hear you praise me "Good girl."...My smile turns into a long deep moan as I feel your tongue press flat against my clit. For a minute you just sit like that, not moving, silently daring me to disobey you and move against your tongue. I bite my lip and fist my hands at my side as you begin licking and sucking and nibbling on my swollen, sensitive clit. You take it between your. The trail veered one way so we went the other, through a little bit of underbrush and some sparse trees, and eventually came upon a fallen birch, in a spot that we were hidden from the trail yet could easily hear anyone coming long before they could see us anyway. Perfect.I wasted no time once we decided that was the spot, I immediately reached for the waistband of his pants and tugged at the drawstring to loosen them while he grabbed my face and kissed me. He almost has this Bieber thing. She addressed me at different angles. Her goal was to make me hurt all over, as well as leave bruises that would take a long time to heal. She swung the belt freely not really aiming it, but making sure each lash would hit my body hard. It was impossible to remain silent as this was happening, but I tried my best. She whipped my chest, stomach, legs, and back. For some reason, she left my ass unmarked. I was crying in pain, and wanted to beg her to stop but I knew that would only piss her. Just a hint of gray in his beard and hair. I was sure he was dyeing it to make sure it hadn't turned all gray."So," I began to say as I looked up at him.We hadn't slept together as I was sure to point out that it wouldn't be happening anytime soon. I was still having problems with intimacy. Especially after Stan had released his tell-all book, which told everything about his encounters, I had received calls from lawyers asking if I wanted to press charges against him for dragging my name.