Let’s hear you!” The martinet swung and slashed. To Belle’s surprise, little more than gasping-grunts came from Natasha ... though her buttocks ...lenched convulsively with pain. She had not reckoned on her being so tough, though being chief slave, she must be vastly experienced. Also, she was Russian ... and they were often mulishly stubborn. Haroun seemed quite undeterred, continuing to swing and slash down the three-thonged whip at a steady pace. Tough as she was, Natasha just couldn’t stand. Hehe. i stripped down to my underwear andgot the covers out from under him and got into bed beside him. he waslaying on his back breathing deeply. i had to try my luck, so i turned onmy side facing him and layed my arm over the lower part of his stomach atthe top of his pants...no movement, good. i ran my hand down over hispants where his dick was, i couldnt feel anything cause of those big saggypants he was wearing. i reached back up to his belt and undid it and thenunbuttoned his pants and. No! she squeals. I cant take it. My stomachs going to explode. Im gonna die. Didnt you say you wanted to die? he reminds her. No, she pleads. I dont want to die like this. Please, you can fuck me all you want just take it out. What if I want to fuck you in the ass? he taunts her. You can, she screams before puking again. This time nothing comes out though. Stick it in. Shove your cock in my ass, she continues to scream as soon as she manages to stop dry heaving. Please rape my ass like you did. ‘Good by me.’ Trin replied, soaping up Violet’s hair. Violet crooned under Trin’s deftful ministrations, as her scalp was massaged, rinsed, re-lathered, and conditioned. While the conditioner soaked, Trin and Violet simply enjoyed the peace of each other’s company, in the humid air. Soapy hands explored, but there was no need to climax, just the pleasure of mutual arousal. They toweled each other off, and padded naked into Trin’s room. They sat on the bed and Violet softly trailed her fingers.