Asudden burn on my ass made me squeal and thrust my hips up. It came again,and again. ?Yeah, whip the bitch,? moaned the man I still hadn't seen. My h...sband waswhipping me with his belt. And I squealed every time another stripe was markedon my bare butt, and I squeezed my tits harder and pumped my hips as I masturbatedfor the camera, for Charlie, and all the time my husband had me by the hairand shouted at me to do better. I tried, fingering my cunt and licking my nipplesand biting and twisting. It's one of the things that binds us. Sometimes my sex drive is crazy high that in past i have worked at brothels in Amsterdam as a registered Sex worker. Not anymore though lol so don't get any ideas as that time is way past. Plus there are rules now. Still it qualifies me as a Whore.Yes i am the Queen of WhoresWhat's this got to do with the story title. Well nothing. Just giving an intro and a hard on to the reader. if you don't have one yet you need to get tested or keep looking at the. 73 in one day! Fortunately, most of it had come from the Jayhawkers an' Bushwhackers that had tried ta steal from us.We only needed one wagon on the farm right now, so I put the wagon load of roofing in the barn, still loaded, but Jane an' I did unload the other wagon afore we quit fer the day. Fer supper that night, we had some cold pork an' grits left over from breakfast, since there wuz not time ta get the stove fire going again afore we went ta bed. We wuz tired that night from all of our. I left the theatre with my pussy soaking wet, I was almost sure people could notice I was walking funny. I made sure had my jacket on though, my aching nipples felt like they were ready to burst through my back-less halter top from your oh-so-careless brushes. Displaying that would only have brought more unwanted attention to my already-attention-seeking breasts. You just walked beside me as if nothing happened. Once or twice in between the most casual conversation, you heightened my senses.