Withdrawing them he saw his jism on them and said, "You not clean. I tell you get clean quick every time man leaves."Throwing her down on the divan he...took up the whip and thrashed her again.Whish ... THWACK!Whish ... THWACK!Whish ... THWACK!Whish ... THWACK!Whish ... THWACK!Whish ... THWACK!The blows came as fast as he could apply them and she was screaming and sobbing as he beat her unmercifully."No more food today," he said, "Now get clean quick. Get oiled and ready. Customer in ten minutes.. His eyes never leaving her face, a look of deep thanks writ-large on the boy`s face and her hands running through his hair. His trembling hand soon found what his mind had so long questioned, what he wanted so much to know. “tell me what you find” she said, “what you can feel, explain it to me as exactly as you can!” he told her of the stockings, the silky feel and the suspenders, then the damp hair and the soft crevice. She to his amazement stood passively allowing him this privilege without. It was still hot outside, even as the August sun was setting. The trip home took 11 seconds on average. I crossed in front of Tara’s house, stepped down on my driveway and stepped up to my own kitchen door. I immediately noticed my wife’s car in the driveway parked behind my own. I opened the door and put on my game face. “Hi, honey,” I bellowed. Her voice came back almost inaudibly from the bathroom. “Where were you?”“Next door. Tara’s kitchen sink was leaking.” “Did you get it fixed?”“Yeah, I. She was one of the most beautiful women I’d ever met, and she’d caught me on the rebound. My college sweetheart had moved to California looking for her version of ‘Mr. Right’. Lucky for me, I’d caught Helen on the rebound too. Her most recent boyfriend had two problems; first according to Helen he couldn’t keep his pecker in his pants, and second he expected that she’d put out for him. When she wouldn’t he left.I found out the stuff about the boyfriend on one of our first dates. I think Helen.