Not looking at the priest, but keeping her eyes firmly on the floor in front of her, Sister Lucia lifted the knout high again. Monsignor Flavin could ...ot tear his eyes from the way her right breast lofted and bounced slightly, the pink nipple rigid from cold and embarrassment. She let fly with the knout, putting all her strength into it, and screamed in pain as the thongs bit into the flesh of her back, the tips of several of them snapping viciously into the soft skin of her upper buttocks. She. " he commented while we shook hands."This guy is Jay." Liz continued."Nice to meet you Jay." I began."The pleasures all mine." He assured me, giving me the up and down."And last but not least, this is Jim." How you doin' Jim?" I asked as we shook hands."Much better now." He answered.I took another long sip of my beer and absently looked around. Most everyone here was staring at me, girls as well as guys. Kim gave me a wave from across the clearing.The guys sat back down and Liz led me away. She. However, while the men were accustomed to a certain amount of vulgarity amongst each other, neither would think of using such a word.After a few weeks working in the mine, Jeff and Harry scarcely seemed to notice the black workers, who simply represented costs to be accounted for, or human machinery to be moved to one place or another. The native workers easily sensed the white men's disdain toward them, feeling it was due less to the menial nature of their jobs, but more so to the color of. I wrapped my arms around him, and hooked my right leg around his bottom, encouraging him deeper inside despite the impossibility. Then he started to thrust, my hips fell into his rhythm, while my fingernails clawed out my pleasure on his back. Ted took his own pleasure out on my neck and shoulders, occasionally finding my lips. My skin tingled everywhere he touched and I could feel my orgasm was building. Hell, I had been horny for nearly a week since our last meeting. My breathing grew.