Meine Ohren rauschten. Und wie aus weiter Ferne hörte ich das Kommando: „Galopp!“ und spürte diesen Befehl auch gleich auf meinen ungeschützten...Arschbacken: Fünf saftige Hiebe mit der Buggypeitsche klatschen laut auf mein schuftendes, schweißnasses Beinfleisch! Oh Gott ¯ welche Schmerzen eine Peitsche hervorrufen kann!!Trotz meiner Dornenkandare jaulte ich wie ein getretener Hund. Doch außer meinem Trainer hörte in dieser Wüsteneinöde keine barmherzige Menschenseele mein klägliches Geschrei!Ich. “So close, nearly there, so good, so fucking good,” she moans as I have her on the brink of orgasm, teasing her with the tip of my tongue and the tip of a finger. Sarah and Jane are standing alongside watching. “Is my man good? Do you like me and and Jane watching my man tongue fucking you,” Sarah asks as she leans over and lightly tongue kisses her as Jane licks her nipples. “I love watching.”Before she can answer her body tenses and trembles as she makes incomprehensible noises as she. Blaine while Sgt. Reynolds is absent. So earlier in the day I hired some help (Yelena). We spent the afternoon reviewing our plan and I emphasized what would happen if she deviated from the plan. We've arrived at the bar Sgt. Blaine frequents, located him at his normal location and closed upon our prey.The plan was working perfectly and I watched as Sgt. Blaine's eyes were mechanically attached to us. We were almost collocated with him when, as typically happened, the Spetsnaz intercepted us. The tale they told was limited enough. Questions formed in his mind to which he had no answers. Something worried him, like a burr under a blanket: unseen but irritating for all that. Sir Mercier de Longueval did not keep him waiting. The young aristocrat ushered Cadfael into a small chamber containing a simple wooden table and chairs and a low bed. An hauberk of fine mail rested on a rough frame and a costly sword layupon the blankets. Cadfael took in his surroundings at a glance. He guessed,.