"Yeah, yeah, yeah! Now, fuck me! Come on! Fuck me with that handle -- you hate me, you hate me!" Rose jerked and tossed in the chair, her wet cunt suc...ing in the whip handle."Yes, aaaghghhh! Fuck, you bastard!" Gillian screamed as the rod whipped her ass once more. "I hate you, I hate you both!" Yeahhh, and all you can do is lie there and fuck my pussy with a whip and take a beating, right?" Rose screamed, lurching upward, her cunt taking the whole of the whip handle into her hot cunt."Yes, yes. He did in fact look like a character from some of those old 50s or 60s television shows. His humiliation wasnt complete though, as when Rick unexpectedly yanked the cape off, the huge tent in his shorts was extremely obvious. Well it looks like you enjoyed it as much as I did young Timothy. This cut is on the house Mr. Bateman, as long as I can get some pictures of this fine looking young man! Tim noticed a wet spot on the barbers pants. Sure thing Rick. Thanks to you he is going to look great. We were all just feeling weird, yet no one was putting a stop to it.I asked if anyone wanted a beer or wine and Tom asked for beer while Cheryl asked for a glass of wine.I poured myself some wine as well. As we finished our drinks, the conversation hadn't gotten any better. At that point I thought to myself, "It's either you get this thing started now, or it isn't going to happen at all, and maybe it'll never happen in the future." I stood up, grabbed Cheryl's hand and suggested to Tom, "Maybe. ’Cindy’s face softened immediately, crumbling like a piece of toast. ‘Oh,’ she said. ‘Good. I’m so relieved.’ To my amazement, she began to cry, at first trying not to show it, and then just full out bawling.‘Cindy,’ I said, concerned. ‘Cindy ... what’s the matter?’ Wordlessly, Cindy took the two steps separating us and wrapped her arms around my waist, burying her face into my uniform shirt.For a moment, I was taken aback, but after a second I put down the broom and tentatively put my arms.