She took the whip and carried it in one hand up the stairs, balancing herself on the railing with the other hand. She reached the top of the stairs, a...d adjusted the hem of her dress down over her ass. She could feel it and it stopped just short of the bottom of her ass. Whatever this dress was, it wasn't intended for wear in public, or she hoped it wasn't.She approached him in the kitchen holding the whip in both hands properly presenting it to her Master for use on her. Robert looked up and. I could tell something was up she seemed upset. "you ok?" I asked."We need some fun, we have been studying for months now lets do something this weekend!" "You took the words right out of my mouth" I had also been getting very restless. We had not had much time for anything and we could really use to blow off some steam. We really did not have the cash for going out to bar or club, we were both living on student loans back then. Neither of us was working either. So what little money we had, had. It felt strange, but good, and it was causing Leigh to grunt on the in stroke.She gave the plug a good push, and plunged into sharp pain. Withdrawing the plug while she recuperated, Leigh went back to the instructions and reread them. She found nothing new, or useful and contented herself with adding additional K-Y Jelly to her ass and discovered it was not the impenetrable closed hole it had been a few minutes ago. It was dilated, ever so slightly, about an inch in circumference. She pushed. This family did not need any further tragedy.“Well, since I don’t give a fuck about her opinion.” he said, pointing at Beth, “What makes you think I give a fuck about yours.”“Personally what you give a fuck about is the least of my worries.” I calmly replied, “If you want to kill yourself, great, but I don’t want anything to happen to Beth.”“Take a fucking hike asshole.” he replied and put his finger in my face.Beth reached over and grabbed my shoulder. She pleaded with us not to do this. She.