.wooden ..square in shape about a inch and a half thick he started at the top of my bottom and those strikes really smarted and I gasped but he slowly...worked his way down to the fuller part of my bottom cheeks which were more used to being beaten then the tops of my thighs which were sensitive and I began to groan a little.He sensed this and gave me some good whacks to the centre of my butt right along my arse crack and he investigated the warmth of my bottom by laying his hand on it...a gentle. "Did you tell him about our contract?"She started to nod, thought about it, and then said, "I mentioned it but he never asked more about it."Heisler's greasy smile was back. "Thorough, huh? Why didn't he ask more about our contract?" He was more interested in what I thought about leaving you," she said."And... ?" he asked, like he knew there was more to her answer she was leaving out.She glanced at me and said, "And I ... think he was too excited to think straight."Heisler chuckled. "That's my. Her lips touched the life-giving air, but she was allowed none of it. Saliva dripped from her mouth, wetting my cock anew. I watched her eyes, her begging eyes, and I brushed back a lock of her glorious dark hair.I stared in fascination as a single tear rolled down Emmanuelle’s cheek. I smiled at her and watched her face set in determination, as she went about her grisly work. “Oh yes, my love,” I said. “Oh, fuck, yes! Give me her life!” My eyes flicked to Devon. Her brows were tight; the. I was testing Alice, if she went to work braless again after a bollocking from the boss the night before and getting molested by a stranger I’d know the encounter had not affected her that much. That maybe she actually liked it.The pub on a Tuesday night was always busy, what with the darts team being in, and I think there may off been some champions league football on in the other bar room. I went in and sat opposite the bar on a small table with my fosters and a view of the darts game and the.