“So be it.” I was almost too shocked as I stammered out my appreciation before the cane resumed its slow measured beat across Mistress Julia’s ...ackside, easily visible welts raising themselves angrily. I counted loudly, choking back my own sobs, wanting to rush over to her, to comfort her pain, her distress. Finally, I counted off ‘Five!’, the sounds of pains felt by us both forming another bond between us. Master dragged my out of my room, leaving Mistress Julia to mull over her actions. ..Edward Thomas. It had been just over a year you've been using that name and you were still getting used to it. You were living under a new identity after a crazy series of events that took place last year back in the States. You had been scooped up off the street by a group who had mistaken you for the mob boss Vincent Calabrese. In the end you had decided to embrace the mistake and your life took an extraordinary turn. During that fateful week you ended up faking your death twice. Once for. Innocence was feeling rather uncomfortable as she served the real ale, bottled beer and mineral water that seemed to be the favoured drinks of the mostly young clientéle. She didn’t feel that way from any sexual advances that were made to her, although rather more blatant comments were made about her breasts by the men and women than usual. She just didn’t know what to say at the aggression that many of the women expressed to her and didn’t like the names she was given, like Hot Pants, Tight. Suck on my tits." In the shower, she shocked me again. She washed my cock and my balls and, after we rinsed each other off, she knelt down and gave me a very intense blow job, sucking my cock and balls. I couldn't believe the change in her. After getting dressed, she told me, "I'll meet you downstairs shortly. Have a drink waiting for me."Downstairs, I made drinks as well as appetizers. Shortly, my wife appeared - again like I'd never seen her. She wore a complete red lacy outfit: garter belt,.