"Do the numbers one, eight, seven, two, two, seven mean anything to you?" Of course they did. I nodded, and furrowed my brow, puzzled. "And you also u...e the name PipkinTale, I believe?" Yea, so what?" So," she paused dramatically. "We are some of your readers." What!?"She was genuinely puzzled now. "You have written stories for a fair number of women. Most of them are professional dominants. They have friends and acquaintances with whom they share your stories. You must have realized you would. John disappeared from view, I could hear him walking behind me, and I hung in my bonds, my body wet with sweat. I heard his soft footstep behind me and the swish, swish, swish of his next toy. Suddenly my back caught fire, or so it seemed from the intense pain. I shouted and then screamed as my butt caught fire. I could feel the whip, or whatever he was using cutting into my skin with each stroke. John said nothing throughout. I screamed and squirmed with every lash. After about ten lashes or. But feel free to ask your sister if you have not already, or Holly. I fully respect any boundaries the girl I am with sets, and while I might try to push a little, I back off immediately when I know they are not wanted.”She pulled me in tight and gave me a huge hug, and then kissed my cheek and thanked me. Then hand in hand we continued going through the zoo. We finished and it was time for lunch, so we stopped at a Mexican place and got 2 quesadillas and sat in the air conditioning and. The bull and harem wandered away as Tim sat up looking violated to the worst. Still choking and trying to spit out the bull's semen, Tim made his way toward the main farm buildings to wash up using the watering trough. When Tim stood trying to wash as drink some fresh water he looked up at the squeaking windmill as it cranked away working the pump what pumped from the earth sweet water. Tim directed the flow to run over his stinking head and down his semen slimed chest, as the yucky stuff was.