"Stand underneath the fan, don't say anything" I instructed her. She moved slowly as if unsure. My hand came down on her bare ass, hard. she lurched f...rward "fuck" she screamed. "Get under the fucking fan" She looked at me out the corner of her eyes. Good I thought, she has a little fire, some resistance yet. I picked up some thin cord off the desk. I threw an end over the fan motor and secured her hands to it. she moaned, "im not to sure" she started. "Don't care what you are sure or not. The handle heavy and the threads long beautiful leather.This is his real skill. I call him the master flogger. Each stroke lands beautifully in the centre of my bottom. The perfect twist of his wrist at the right moment means that the ends land together; no stray pieces wrap around my hip and onto my stomach. Like a good athlete he has used his core body strength; and the blow flows smoothly through the flogger from his body to mine. Although each stroke is hard – like being hit by a bus – I. I know, I'll lay on his bed naked, but not completely exposed. I have to leave something to his imagination. She thought.A few minutes later a second picture arrived. Bobby's heart was pounding in his chest with excitement as he pulled at his cock through his shorts with his free hand. The picture opened and Linda was laying on Bobby's bed on her tummy...completely naked. Propped up on her elbow with her chin resting against her palm, she smiled lovingly at the camera, her big naked breasts. It seemed that all English speakers were being coaxed in one direction and other language speakers elsewhere. The atheists were differentiating the crusaders not in terms of their faith, but purely by the language they spoke. English was the language of the King James' Bible and therefore the true language of the Lord. Where English-speakers gathered so too would other true believers of the Christian faith.Just how big was the atheists' ship? Isaac wondered when he had walked several kilometres.