Hell…. Each minute passed like a decade in hell…..At around 9pm they said they are feeling sleepy….Priya took them to bedroom…. Put them in th... bed….. I was waiting…..She didn’t came back, I went to see what’s happening there…..She is making the kids to sleep……. So, I came back, watching tv….Little later…. She told me to take bath and come to her bedroom…..I went to the bathroom outside her house… Took bath and came in…. Our bedroom was closed…. I didn’t knocked it…. Waited outside…… In some. He flicked it out every thirty seconds or so. The slave was allowed to choose where the blow fell by how they positioned themselves, just as long as some part of them was in range of the strands of the whip. While Page had had Carl buried in her pussy, Willow had knelt down with her face to the floor so that the blows would fall across her back. The blows were not hard, just enough to sting, redden the skin and provide the necessary motivation to be the one getting fucked.The sound of the die. .. and this is Sarah. She has been keeping me happy since the day we met."I reached out to shake her hand. "Pleased to meet you, Sarah." and I, too. So, Jasmine, tell us about flogging. Were you the flogger, or the floggee?" I could never be the one holding the whip. I'm not cruel enough. Um, sometimes I was the floggee though, when I didn't do everything right. That wasn't much fun. How about you?" True stories, after five years of ostracism? Hmph!" Sarah reached out her hand to Fred again.. She had been through much worse and that had been my fault. "You can have your clothes back," she said with a sigh. I shook my head and wiped my eyes, "no." Both of them were taken aback by my change of mind, so was I. "What I did was wrong and if this is what it takes, then I'll do it." Desma could not decide to smile or cry as she watched but Kesha gave me a loving smile. She also gave me a soft kiss before holding out the keys for me, "make it home and we'll be one step closer to even." I.