He stopped the kiss and loudly said "Oh God Oh shit I'm goanna cum, I kept my hand on his but moved back as I of course wanted to watch. I let him go ...nd quickly got the black shirt on the floor.His climax started, his strings of cum were violent and large, his whole body got into it and he thrust his hips with each squirt of cum. "Good girl Kim, cum as much as you can for me, show me how much you like this and like me being your man"Kim, just kept launching long violent streams of "her". My job was to pay for her lavish lifestyle and to lick her to orgasm whenever and whereever she deemed it necessary. Her date was on his way over and I was to watch, as usual.She needed real men…and she flaunted them in front of me. She had me lick her pussy before her dates. Then she’d dress up and waltz about our apartment, braless breasts swaying under satin tops, short skirts without panties, long legs in high heels. Designed to drive me wild, and to entice her dates to fuck her.Those men. She heard Mr. Barton’s voice, but did not take in what he said. Then, a whip hit her between the legs with a force she had not previously known. It hit again, and again, and again. She could hear cheering and shouting, the crowd counting ‘eight’, and ‘nine’. She did not hear ‘ten’, but the tenth stroke must have hit her vagina, as the torture stopped. Then more lashes to her breasts. Opening her eyes, she saw the muscular hulk of Carl had replaced the fit but slender Peter, and, although Peter. Jess looked at me over the top of her cup. “Toby told you I fancied you, then?” “Yes, he did. He seemed rather keen on the idea.” She raised an eyebrow. “What about you?” I looked down at my coffee in an attempt to gather my thoughts. She went on: “…I mean were you shocked that I’d said that?” “Not at all. I thought it demonstrated exquisitely good taste.” She smiled at me. “I thought you’d come up with confident, cocky comment like that.” She lowered her cup. “Were you excited, then?” I might.