She leans up and bites my nipple hard, pinching the other one with her free hand and pushing her whip against my pussy. I moan, and she tells me I’m...a whore and that I don’t deserve to be fucked by her. I’m dripping wet against my thong and over time I’ve learned to keep my legs tight together to keep the whip from being shoved inside of me, it doesn’t feel the best. As I’m thinking this she must have noticed it because she quickly shoves my legs apart and positions herself between them,. -0- Detective Sergeant Martin Polikoff phoned Muriel Bartlett’s apartment promptly at eight the next morning, almost asking for Tony before remembering to call him John. ‘Good morning, Martin. I expected your call.’ ‘Yeah. So tell me … what’s changed?’ ‘I’ve begun to get more of my memory back. It was happening throughout the day, especially when you were interviewing Nina. I have a lot of new information for you. I was going to call you to set up a meeting. There’s a lot you need to know.’. "Why would you want to do that? I mean,... well, I always want my boy friends to be attentive and one thing is certain, that suit is going to keep his mind on y'all and not a thing else," Pam said jumping on the opportunity to begin talking about the youngsters' relationship."You know, if I went out there like this it would be like wavin' a red flag in front of a bull." I realize that. But I still don't know why y'all wouldn't want him to react to seeing your sexy young body. Don't y'all like. His voice again, “Just tell me if you are and then I will go away.”I just stood there.“It's ok. Just tell me. Please.”I whispered into the phone, “Yes.”I could see him staring, his voice again, “Yes...what?”Make me say it.“Say it Suzy...please say and then I'll go away.”Don't beg me, order me.“Tell me. I want to know. Now, Suzy.”I felt the order again in his voice, the simplicity of just obeying.I felt the wind from the harbor, “Y-yes...”I felt a release, “Yes, I am a submissive...a.