Mistress's crop now seemed relentless. Gone were the careful, spaced out crops that had begun Sandy's punishment – Mistress was moving the crop swif...ly back and forth between each of Sandy's inner thighs – preventing her from focusing on the pain that remained in her breasts by providing a searing sensation in her legs that seemed almost too much to bear.Sandy's scream now seemed continuous.Then, suddenly, the cropping stopped."How are you feeling, Sandy?"Through her desperate gasps for air,. “All of you!” I blurted out. Laughing she finally said, “No, no, no. I mean, tell me what it is that you want to see. Tell me what is going to make that dirty thick cock of yours want to fill my wet pussy to overflowing!?!” She swayed back and forth and her breasts almost dislodged themselves from their tight confines as she waited and I tried to form a rational thought. “I would love to see those magnificent tits of yours!” I said and even as I did I could feel my balls tighten just at the. "Undress and sit down in the chair," I tell you. You don't question me, but do as I request. You undress in the shadows. I can hear everything you do and it excites me even more. Once you are naked you step out of the shadow into the small circle of light around the chair and sit down in it. I gasp at the sight of you. I have to take all my control to stay where I am, instead of running to you to feel and taste your beautiful body. My fingers long to run through the hairs on your chest, to play. PygiaWe all knew that Bradford had killed Julia. The problem was that noneof us, or even the police, could prove that the bastard had committedthe crime. He had an armor-clad alibi. His mistress, Susana, had swornhe'd been with her all night. Actually, her exact words were, "He wasinsatiable!"Fortunately, justice does not always depend upon human agency.On the third night following Julia's burial, my telephone rang.It was Madeline Albright, the owner of La Petite, one of our town'smore.