Elijah is standing over her with the cocky grin that she has a love/hate relationship with.“Hey there beautiful, come here often?” Elijah says to ...er joking around.Elijah wearing a grey, sliver tint button up shirt that shines in the light with the two sliver chains that are d****d over the shirt, with a matching grey snapback, dark blue jeans and black and silver trimmed Timberland boots. His left sleeve is rolled up to the middle of his forearm to show off his matching silver watch. He tilts. And she quickly responded with a swift stinging blow from the crop to my ass. "Did I ask for your opinion pet?" She snapped at me."I wasn't-"SWAT!"I didn't-"SWAT!I was wincing at the pain, grunting, curling my fingers. She had a good arm, that for sure. Either way, I decided to stay quiet, learning my lesson from the previous strikes."Well?" Her voice was rising, sharpening. It cut at me like a knife, causing me the shudder, cower, painting fear deep into me. That fucking bitch!"… no,. Like the rest of Dawn’s house, the room was crowded with knickknacks and various odds and ends. The bathroom, however, was very clean, and was probably the best organized room in the house.The toilet seat had a blue fringed cover, a bit more comfy that bare painted fiberboard would have been. She bent down and unzipped my pants. Although she was normally very aggressive in our “club meetings,” she was usually shy otherwise. Something had gotten into her.I had an idea where she was going with. As my hand closed in on its target Jenny shifted sideways and parted her legs. Reaching their objective my fingers contacted the fuzz of her pubic hair. ’Oooh Jenny you’ve got no panties on’! I exclaimed. ‘No, I took them off in the hotel loo as the gusset was rather damp … anyway I thought it might make things easier for you darling’. This confirmed my growing suspicion that Bob and Jenny were working to a pre-agreed plan. My fingers had worked their way inside her wet, sticky opening and were.