Moreover, her skin had something of the look of what I can only describe as creamy satin-velvet. It seemed to have a soft sheen on it. I felt a lump o... envy and self-pity come to my throat, as it often did. As a physical being, she was perfect. Unmarked, unblemished. No rod, no switch, no whip, had ever fallen across that flesh... raising red weals... setting it quivering, quaking, shuddering and writhing in torment, as my flesh had been made to do, often enough. And would do again.The blonde. I stood up and stepped out of my jean shorts. Then totally naked, I lied back down resting on my elbows in front of her. My cock was stiff, but not so much that I couldn't lift it straight out and angled toward her. It was swollen thick and we were both excited. She started to massage her breast as I began playing with myself. She asked me to taste my cum, and I happily obliged. With one hand I pumped my clear precum, and with the other I caught it on my index finger and brought it to my mouth.. Cindy was used to it at this point, but her face was still ever-bright whenever Brielle humiliated her.As Cindy opened up the new app, she was disappointed to see a blank screen with a keypad and a microphone icon on it. Figuring it was some sort of note-taking app, Cindy wishfully tapped the microphone, "Brielle, meet me in my room for your hourly spanking," a sentence she had wished to say for a long time. As the app logged the audio as text on the screen, Cindy's door opened.Cindy gasped as. Every person in the place turned around to look at me. A man sitting at the counter flipped back to the front page of his paper, and flicked his eyes between me and the page."Is this you?" he asked, pointing to the page as he turned it too me.There were two pictures, one of me, one of Danny.I nodded, and then collapsed.After it had taken all of fifteen minutes to get me stable on my feet again, I led a small group of people back to Danny. Someone had called the little local town emergency.