. Then he smacked it again... Third, fourth.. By ten my ass was glowing. The well-know 3 string handwhip appeared in Mark's hand, i loved it and hated...it (like the first zip of Whiskey that burns your throat, but then gets better with every other zip). As most of his gizmo's, the whip was self-made by Mark, who was a pretty good craftsman with leather. Like the paddle (!), it was his own creation, in a keep-it-simple-and-effective style. Just 3 strips of leather on top of each other, 3/8" x. I now threw her body to the side and spread her legs apart and put my mouth to her pussy, then backed off.“shave this, while I fuck you up the ass.”I went into the bathroom and grabbed a can of shaving cream and an old fashioned razor. Then I went in and said, “I am going to go up your ass, no lube, I will quit when you are clean shaven, If I lose my hardon by that time, we won’t have fun.”With that I told her to kneel and took a handful of shaving cream, spread some onto her pussy, then. "Give it back, ape!"Gor stood defiantly. Anger burned in his huge eyes."Give it back or I'll call the Masssster and he will have hisssss way with you and the girl!"Gor hesitated."Gor."Her voice came softly to him."You'd better do as he says."He turned and met her eyes. Eyes which were tired, filled with hopelessness and despair. He wanted to face the evil man, all the evil people of this castle and shatter their bodies as they had shattered the hopes, dreams and spirit of this sweet young. I browse through the glossy adult magazines as I hear a noise behind me. There is a scruffy little boy behind the counter, maybe just woken up from a short nap? I make my selection and turn towards him: »Shouldn't a little lad like you be in bed by this time of the night?« His expression changes immediately into an offended frown, and he replies with the soft but upset voice of a girl: »Sombody has to watch the shop when my brother fucks the old slut in dad's station wagon in the back!« I look.