I have been observing you from morning itself. If you haven;t thought anything, you wouldn’t have hold my hand or touched my ass while walking awhil... back.Me (little nervous): err.. I went a little out of control.. I’m sorry! (Thinking she’s angry on me)Bibi: past is past, it cannot be undone. Now tell me do you want to have lunch or me?It took me a while to realise what she had said. It was very direct. No nonsense, no stupid talks. I was jumping my brains out after a few seconds with a 100. Each hit sent spirals of extasy through me. I basically IMPALED my self with his rod, and I thought death would be my only release from this pain. I began to hump him. He pulled out, and slammed back in, each thrust bringing me closer and closer to bliss. He must've gotten tired, because he pulled out, threw me on the ground, and shoved his cock in my mouth. I loved it's taste, and was swirling my tongue around the head. It tasted like a salty pickle with oranges on it, which I learned was. No wonder they were making so many derogatory comments, she told herself, but whilst the truth hurt, it never hurt as much as the cane did. Nina’s attention was then diverted by the feel of the cane being rubbed from side to side across her bottom. She looked at the floor behind her and, although her vision was still blurred, she reckoned it was Diane who was positioning herself to cane her. That was confirmed when she heard Diane say sternly, “I’ll be giving you the two practice strokes first,. The combination of pleasure of being vulnerable and the pain of the crops was bringing me to orgasm. Being deprived of senses only heighten the sensations as I was not sure where or what was going to happen. The crops were substituted for a flogger and a leather whip working opposite sides. Fingers grabbed my labia and affixed clamps, next weight were added pulling my labia down tightly. Each contact with the flogger or whip made me squirm shaking the weights. Nipple clamps were then added and.