I even startled myself. She screamed out in obvious pain, "Do it again! Teach me a lesson! Show me what a cunt I've been! Since I've never been one to...refuse an accommodation from a co-worker, I delivered a second crack to the same ass cheek, harder and louder than the first. There were tears screaming down her face and when I looked down, I could clearly see her fingering her pussy, as I delivered my reprimand. Speaking of Marcy's pussy, I clearly imagined it as being an overgrown, neglected. . It all started when I met Becky Anderson. She was a real hotty! She had a body that a guy might dream about while masturbating, you know the type; big innocent eyes in an exceedingly pretty face and a body that would be at home naked on any topless beach in the world. I knew that girls like her existed, but I never thought that I'd ever have one.I met Becky at work. I'd graduated with a bachelors in Business Economics and found a job after only a few weeks of searching. It was at a. Soon we were both sweating and beads of my sweat were falling from my head onto his chest and torso. He was working very hard and then stopped, clearly exhausted. I sat there buried on his cock as he lay back with his head back.“Finish both of us now,” he said, “I want you to jerk off and cum just as I cum inside you.”Though I too was exhausted, I needed to finish things. I could not do so in my current position so I worked until my feet were in the chair on either side of his thighs and I was. In one hand, he holds a set of manacles. There’s nothing new about these, plenty of clients enjoy kink. It’s the set of pliers in his other hand that worry mean. And the various implements now lined up on the bedside table, whose various edges and points serve a purpose I don’t want to understand.Why would someone even own a whip?The second one speaks for the first time, in a rough accent, “Now, girlie. This will hurt a bit. Or a lot. But don’t worry- well, or do. That’s half the fun.” A cruel.