She climbed into her own bed and relieved herself before falling into adeep dreamless sleep. She wasn't disappointed with Elliot. Poppyexpected men ...o treat her this way. They couldn't wait to feel her bodyagainst theirs and then they couldn't wait for her to leave once theywere sated.Elliot came to her bedroom door in the early hours and opened it andlooked at her sleeping. She looked beautiful and serene and he hatedhimself for being thankful that she was not awake so he would not. It doesn't stop her from enjoying a whipping on her tits or ass. She likes to rub her cunt and her swollen clit while being whipped with a riding crop. For a woman who is often reluctant to submit that way, she has found she gets incredibly aroused being whipped.After a couple dozen lashes on her ass and at least half a dozen on her breasts (they have grown now from a 34E - that's a 34 DDD in the US, to a 34F or 34G depending on the style of bra), her cunt is sopping wet.Before I even get a. I opened the door and stepped out on the sidewalk closing the door with a gentle push. I was illuminated by the street lamp as I stood naked in the rain, trembling from the coolness of the raindrops and the anticipation. Gibson watched me for about 30 seconds as I stood there obediently, looking down with my legs slightly apart and hands clasped behind my back. Next Gibson stepped out of the car and walked around to me. "On your knees, dirty slut. Hands behind your head. I am going to treat you. I can’t take much more of this. I slid my head out of her tight grip and stepped back a couple of steps.In a hoarse, excited voice that didn’t sound like it could possibly be coming from me I demanded, “I have to see you. I want to see all of you. Take the panties off.”There’s something different about her now. She isn’t quite smiling. But I can see she’s excited. She isn’t trying to hide it any longer. I suspect that if I experienced a sudden change of heart and tried to send her home she’d be.